Just when I thought it was safe and that I had escaped the dreaded “Three Questions” game three more were added to the list!

From Coy:

1. Who would you want to be if not yourself?
That’s a tougher question than it looks. Those who know of my love of game shows would assume my answer would be Bob Barker. To a degree, they’d be right in that I’d love to achieve the success he has achieved and to still be able to do something I genuinely love doing at age 80, an age at which even the most liberal of employers would have shoed most of us out the door years before.
Actually, though, it’s hard to choose someone else to be, because I’d have to trade in my joys and heartbreaks for a whole new set. In other words, what I’ve experienced in life is alright now, because it’s the past. There’s something scary about “inviting” a whole new set of skeletons in the closet.
I don’t know if this really qualifies as an answer to the question, because I can’t really come up with a specific person I’d really want to trade lives with. I just hope that if the decision was made for me, I’d end up inhabiting the body of someone who’d had it pretty good.

2. What is your deepest personal dream waiting to be fulfilled?
Since I whimped out on the first question…I didn’t mean to, really, it was just a tough one with no obvious answer…I’ll give you TWO answers here.
I’d like to win an Emmy. (They have them for lots of things, not just acting.) My best friend won an Emmy for directing a newscast years ago. The statuettes are slightly smaller and with a rectangular base (instead of round) for regional awards, but they’re still that familiar winged figure holding up the globe. I think that would be cool.
Second, I’d like to have a successful novel published. I’m working on one, have the start of a foundation of a plot on a second one, and ideas for a couple of others. If I can ever finish one, we’ll see.

3. What is one thing that is not beautiful or useful that you keep holding on to?
You’re asking a packrat, so it could take a while for me to find one.
Fast forward a few minutes, during which I’ve plundered around.
If my best friend ever reads this, I’ll be in deep trouble, but it’s actually a gag gift he gave me. When we used to work together at the same television station years ago, we marked the arrival of our station’s first live truck (a microwave truck that is able to give a station a live presence on a story as long as the story is happening pretty close to the station’s tower…within 50 miles or so) with a little celebration of sorts. He presented me with a Fisher-Price helicopter made for a toddler, to which he had added a few decals with the station’s logo. He told me this would be the next thing I’d have to promote our station as having: our own “chopper.”
He probably thinks I disposed of it years ago, but it’s still on top of my refrigerator, and it still gives me a chuckle every time I see it. (So does this mean it isn’t useful?)