SNL, Are You Listening?

I’m a sentimental fool. I firmly believe that God, or Whoever’s in charge, plants creative seeds in us that are destined to blossom into fullness. Heck, sometimes flowers shoot up six feet up in the air, like the wild sunflowers that grew outside our trailer one summer in the 1990s, courtesy of a handful of seeds leftover from Mama’s gas station snack.

I wanted to be an author since elementary school. I’ve accomplished that goal - twice, so far - but my story still hasn’t made it to the stage or screen.

I’ve been dreaming about it since tenth grade, though, as evidenced by my journal from English class. I find it remarkable that the two of my friends, Davy and Shannon, both of whom have been memorialized in my books, I thought interesting enough to be characters on a national variety show even back then.

Dreams, safety, happiness, justice - they’re in short supply for many of us right now. Yet, there is never a wrong time to water, to whisper, a prayer of hope to the seed within.

May our blooms, no matter how frivolous, grow sky high.

2/2/1994

A good day is when we have an easy day as far as work goes and I get to bond with my English class. I’ve already decided if I make it on SNL, I’ll try to get Loren Michaels, the producer, to let me do a parody of my English class. I would be myself, Phil Hartman would play (redacted), Adam Sandler would play (redacted), Melanie Hudsell would play Shannon, and Chris Farley would play Davy, except he’d like, pull out his hair and go, “Stupid! God!” and stuff. I guess Mike Myers could dress up like Linda Richman from “Coffee Talk” and be Mrs. Sidbury.