It's been an afternoon of synchronicities after my fun Marsha Hunt letter. First, I discovered that the person I had won something from eBay from was the same guy I had won from about a year ago who may be my second cousin, after the incredible research that Keith L. did. I had emailed the guy when I won the first thing and he sent a polite, if short, response, and I never heard from him again. I just emailed again, telling him I knew how weird this was, but it was just too much of a coincidence for me not to want to follow up (as Jane and Keith know, my father's side of the family has always been a mystery due to his being orphaned at an early age).
Then when I was watching RACHEL, RACHEL, my next reviewing assignment, I was surprised to see Harrison Starr as one of the producers. Harrison rented from my Uncles and gave me some very sweet "showbiz" advice when I was a teenager in NYC and he took me to lunch one day, basically telling me it was a lot easier to make it as a writer/composer than as an actor.
