Sidewalks and Golden Globes

As much as I would have loved to have been graced with a Golden Globe this past week, I can’t help but be amused at the career I’ve created in Hollywood. That is, without being an actual part of Hollywood. I’m a movie within a movie. I mean my theater is literally RIGHT up the street from CBS and right down the street from “The Lot”. So close that I could trip over some big movie executive, that is, if they actually walked anywhere. It’s so ironic to me. Can one be a star within one’s own life and be happy with that?

While visiting home a few weeks ago, I took a walk around my old neighborhood. I was comforted to see that while the town had grown and changed, the sidewalks were the original ones that I’d walked on as a child. I felt immense happiness seeing their imperfections, deep cracks, and uneven well-worn surfaces. Cars whished by me now and then. But in-between there was a poignant silence. It was then I realized that I was in on one of the biggest secrets of all time. The sidewalks were impervious to all the activity around them. Like the Zen still rock in the middle of the storm, my sidewalks held their own. What staying power they had! What a revelation! I, too, am like a sidewalk! I may not be Rodeo or Sunset but I’ve paved my concrete and laid down my road. That big movie executive just might take the road less traveled one day and find ME there! So that’s why stars adopt certain parts of freeways! And maybe that’s why my theater is on “Hayworth” street. What a smart cookie Rita was!

2007’s been good to me. One callback to be the new face of a potato chip campaign and one audition to comedically distract and convince TV viewers to rent Alamo cars! Now tell me that’s not more glamorous then winning a little golden statue!

Written by Rachel Bailit