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62 fathom.” “Maybe he’ll let us do a documentary on him, as well.” I tried to cheer the man up. “Wouldn’t you like our new studio to land a promise to allow a documentary on such a famous person?” “Yeah. I would. But first make him promise that our aed . Lom ” HEH I had no way of knowing it then but Harold Sherman and I would become good friends and colleagues later on. (Editor’s note: In his book How To Picture What You Want, Sherman repeated two anecdotes Barbara shared with him. See Appendix A.) Several days after our talk, Bill and I had made that appointment to see Harold Sherman. Bill went along with me to the Little Rock hotel where Sherman was staying. Although he was my friend and producer, Bill had given me the distinct impression that he didn’t trust me to do the job right with such a famous person, not without his supervision anyway. “Honestly, Barbara,” The producer held the door and then followed me into the building. “You know he’s not going to do it. I mean, well, why should he? We’re small potatoes to him.” corm 4 1 ar taeoae . wore v.44 “Uh huh,” I said to him, not really listening. I led the way down the corridor. Something seemed to be driving me toward the meeting with Sherman, no matter what my fears were. “That’s what you said before I called for the interview.” I looked back at him. “Remember? ‘He’|l never see us,’ you said. And here we are.” I glanced down at the paper in my hand. “One sixty... okay. It’s this way.” I turned and followed the hallway to the left. “Well,” I think I was talking to reassure myself as much as him. “Turned out he’s going to see us and who knows? He just might Barbara Bartholic as told to Peggy Fielding like ours conduct an interview with him is more than I can cameras won’t burst into flames.”