I was assigned a section of the line.
To reset, I'm sixteen years old, a sophomore in high school, and I'm coordinating a charity event that is the talk of national media. Pretty big stuff, but I was wired for this kind of thing. Just wanted the opportunity, and here it was in my lap.
Once I was able to get the preliminary stuff in gear, the powers that be told me I needed to get my team together. Since I had a half-mile-long segment, I needed to have eight other people working with me to keep everything from degenerating into chaos. I rounded up my usual suspects -- Don Herring, Alisa Ulferts, Keith Black, Mike Reynolds, and a few others.
We started spending a lot of time in Dallas, off Main, where the Hands Across America regional offices were located. We answered phones, filled out paperwork, and made ourselves integral parts of the organization. Questions about our age were quickly silenced when we had Grand Prairie sewn up before Arlington or Fort Worth. Helluva coup.
We were starting to hear reports that there wouldn't be enough people to fill out the line segments in desert areas like Arizona and New Mexico. We didn't dwell on that -- just needed to worry about what we were doing.
Sunday, May 25, 1986 was here. It was time to shine.
how's the snafu? (-=
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Posted by: Barbara | August 07, 2005 at 03:30 AM