DADDY-O'S DRIVE-IN DIRT
SCI FI ARCHIVES
Our Day at BBI
By Christopher "Sampo" Cornell
It was cold, and we were late.
My partner Brian Henry and I had a 12:30 p.m. appointment at BBI studios. We were scheduled to sit down with the entire writing team so that I could do an interview for a story I was writing for the Philadelphia Inquirer -- and so we both could find out as much as we could for the old MSTieNews web site.
We met in the lobby of the hotel and headed out across the snow-covered parking lot to my rented Ford, the molecules in its structure moving very very slowly following a -20 degree Minneapolis night. It had warmed up to a tropical -5, but I had my doubts the thing would start at all. Astonishingly, it turned right over and off we went.
I had visited the studios several times before, but always during snowless seasons. I knew it was only about ten minutes away, but thanks to the snow covering all the landmarks I was used to, I was completely turned around in my bearings and, coolly assuring Brian I knew the way, we headed off in the completely wrong direction.
After about ten minutes of me going "um....um....this is right...um...not it isn't...yes it is...um...no it isn't. . ." we stopped at a convenience store to ask directions. We were directed to go back the way we came and by this time we were late.
We finally arrived at the studio and were buzzed in by Barb, who took us in right away to the writing room where Mike, Jim, Kevin, Mary Jo, Bill and Paul were waiting, having apparently just finished their lunch.
Sitting around a table with that crew is quite a thing, lemme tell ya. I'd talked to all of them before, except Bill and Mary Jo, but it never ceases to amaze me what an amiable, witty bunch they are and how much fun it is just to chat with them on virtually ANY subject, and how funny they all are when they are TOGETHER bouncing stuff off of each other. Mike lounged comfortably, his feet up on another chair. To his left was Brian. Jim sat next to Brian, those steely eyes--under which I never feel entirely comfortable--watching the proceedings carefully. Mary Jo sat at the head of the table, eyeing us nervously. Next to her was Bill, looking at first like he wished he wasn't there. Next to him, on one side of me, sat Kevin, and I was once again reminded what a bear of a man Kevin is, but that it's the twinkle in his eye that you notice most about him. On the other side of me was Paul, who though we'd met and talked on several occasions, did not remember me and said, "Hi I'm Paul Chaplin" when we were introduced. I replied, "We've met, Paul," and he squinted at me, baffled.
There began a half hour discussion about all manner of topics.
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