Took a couple hours off work today to gather with some of my neighbors to meet with Andrea McCarren, a reporter with our local ABC affiliate, to talk about the Great Road-Paving Controversy of 2005. She's doing a piece on the hideous overdevelopment of Western Loudoun County, and the wholesale destruction of our historic lands by land-rapers and greedheads who've been given free rein by some members of the Loudoun Country Board of Supervisors.
We met at the Georges Mill Schoolhouse, a beautifully restored 1880s building that's now a private residence -- you can actually see some of it in the photo in this post. They filmed us first sitting by the fire and chatting about our efforts to save our road -- an establishing-shot sort of deal. Then they interviewed us individually: Tom Bullock and I were presented as local-history mavens. Tom has an unimaginably cool collection of relics that he's found around here -- he's the owner of the Vulgar Fractions book I posted about a while back. Then it was my turn.
Kids, I give murderously good soundbite. Didn't know I had it in me, but I just killed. I talked about how the road, like the house we sat in and the sofa we occupied, is itself an antique, how there are stretches of the road where you can't tell what century you're in, and how, if you bend over and pick up a handful of dirt, you may very well be holding something that was kicked by Civil War soldiers.
I don't want to speculate wildly here, because this is a Serious Blog about Serious Issues, but when I was done, I'm pretty sure Andrea McCarren, Crack Investigative Reporter, wanted to have my babies.
The piece is a few weeks away from broadcast, but I'll eat my hat if my soundbite isn't the kicker to the segment. It's a tricorn, with a big-assed feather and a leather band, and I'll nosh the whole thing, down the hatch.