...is don't be interviewed for this movie...
The weirdest thing is happening. The fillmmakers and I are going back to Greenwood to shoot some more scenes. We have a list of over 40 people who we'd like to interview about Booker Wright and his restaurant/club called Booker's Place. Almost every one on that list has at one time or another already agreed to be interviewed. We (me, David, and a production coordinator) have spent the last couple of weeks contacting these people to pre-interview them and to arrange an exact time to sit down with them.
They're dropping like flies. Don't get me wrong, many of the people who said they'd sit down with us are still planning to do just that. For instance, GL agreed to meet with us, although after our call in July I'm not quite sure if he's going to give us much on Booker, but hopefully he can give a colorful account of McLaurin Street - the famous street where Booker's Place was located. But Irene B., one of the eyewitnesses to the murder is back and forth about her willingness to participate. Booker's lifelong companion is still unwilling to even let us scan photographs of him in her own home and so on and so on.
When we were there the last time there were a few sources we were having trouble reaching over the phone. So, the producer, his amazingly efficient production manager, one of the cameramen, and I spent half a day driving around in an SUV trying to find some of these people. We did several "on the spot" interviews and the filmmakers got some great footage of me running around asking complete strangers how to find people, etc.
It looks like at least a few days this next trip may very well be in the same style. I may need to pack fewer high heels and more flats.