It has been a really sad, heavy 24 hours--reading Sue Klebold's painful essay about Dylan's role in Columbine, reflecting on it, and talking about it--so I thought I'd lighten the mood a bit with an odd moment I just had.
It is of no consequence whatsoever, but I had a Kevin Costner moment tonight. You might know that in "The Big Chill" Kevin played the part of the hands of the guy whose funeral brought everyone back together. (He filmed more than that: he played the character, which appeared several times in flashback in the screenplay. But in editing, they decided to drop all that. So you just see his hands and other body parts--no face--as the body is prepped at the funeral home.)
So I just watched Nightline's piece on Sue's essay, which was very moving. I was very pleased to hear Brian Rohrbough express such compassion toward the Tom and Sue Klebold and Wayne and Kathy Harris. I hope that helps them.
I sure felt awful for them. For some reason, the image of Sue crying into a dish towel really tugs at me.
In the midst of watching all that, something peculiar jumped out at me, which I am probably the only person in the world likely to notice. While someone was talking, they showed footage of some hands flipping through Dylan's journal. (TV people call that B-roll.) Those are my hands. They shot that B-roll for the Nightly News segment I did today, and I guess their comrades at Nightline edited it in to their piece. Only my hands appear on Nightline tonight. I found that oddly amusing. I needed a smile tonight. I'll take them where I can get them.
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