Well, that's wasn't a telemarketer on the phone...

I glanced at my phone. Los Angelos, California? Hmm, it must be another telemarketer trying to convince me that I won a cruise (which I believed for a hot 3 hours earlier this year).

I rammed Blacktwig back into my bag and proceeded toward my goal.

Later, I went back to check the voicemail.

Oops. It was someone with the last name Calhoun which made me immediately think that I'd won a ham from Downtown.

Oops. It was a producer from the Lovetown, USA show which is in preproduction wanting to come to town to interview me and others and check out the town.

I really don't know much about the whole thing other than this:

• My principal has been supportive and encouraging.
• There's a youtube video.
• It's for Oprah's network.
• The application was 20 pages.
• It's been a hoot talking about it.
• I don't really know if I'd do it. Kinda indifferent.
• It Cpep and the whole pursuit were on msnbc.com today.
• My application included different colored inks, incomplete sentences, and answers that I turned into questions to them.

Moral of the Story:  Love is in the air. Or, it's somewhere.  Now, I'll go curl up and read my Amish romance. What a paradox.