Blathr Wayne Lorentz

I got this photo in the mail this week. Sharon, one of my former Summer interns recently won her first Emmy, and was so proud of her achievement, she sent me a picture of it. And her.

Her letter was brief, but gracious, grateful, and a bit gushing in her gratitude for my guidance. Iʼm not sure how much of what I did counts as “guidance” and how much was “throwing her to the wolves.”

A body bludgeoned bloody in a barrel on a barren boulevard? Send Sharon.

A gang gunfight on Grand? Send Sharon.

Mayhem on the march? Send Sharon.

She came back from a house fire once reeking of soot and ash and sweat, and I thought, “Good. She probably learned something today.”

I guess she learned enough to earn an Emmy for her work at KOAA-TV in Colorado Springs.

Ironically, in her letter she never told me exactly what story or show she won the Emmy for. If the letter had been a script she wrote for my show, I would have sent it back to her. You forgot the “Why.”