Let Me Hear Your Body Talk, Mariel Hemingway |
As you can imagine, this involved very hard work visiting Jackson Hole, scouting party locations, and rubbing elbows with the beautiful people.
None more beautiful than Mariel Hemingway. As the first Festival unfolded, with all the action centered in and around the spectacular Jackson Hole Lodge, the coffeeshop became the place to go for meetings and schmoozing. So there we were on the second morning, tucking into pastries and coffee ourselves, when in walked Mariel, husband, and trailing producer.
Coffee Was Enough - DAYENU !! |
At a not quite intimate distance, Mariel and I faced each other for about ten minutes.
I caught her eye and smiled. She ordered her coffee black. She smiled. And that's it.
It was enough!
"... and she drank the good coffee, and it was good."
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