To the Me of 1985: You're Welcome

A Monday afternoon hello.

Photo by Randy Tarampi on Unsplash

Sometimes dreams really do come true.

Sometimes when you’re 10 years old you develop a crush on a celebrity and dream about one day meeting him. But there’s no way it could actually happen, you think. He’s in L.A. and famous and I’m in Boston and so not famous.

What your tiny child brain could not imagine is that in 40 years, something called a laptop would exist and within it would be a magical tool called Zoom that would enable you to have a face-to-face (er, screen-to-screen?), one-on-one conversation with your crush, which you will publish in a thing called Creative Reverberations, which you made up using a site called Substack.

Granted, you and the celebrity will both be middle aged and married and he will no longer be your crush, but whatever. You’ll still get to live out a childhood fantasy.

All this is a long way of saying that last week, I booked an interview with Mackenzie Astin, whose face was plastered all over my bedroom walls in the mid-80…