The Moment I Was Almost On TV: A woman at a TV station about an hour from me got in touch to say she wanted to interview me on a particular Friday in August – hey, I wanted that too! But a few days before the event, I began itching all over and breaking out in little red spots, so I went to the doctor. Turned out, a neighbor who’d been traveling outside of the country had returned with chicken pox and transferred them to me. I must tell you, chicken pox at age 41 equals zero fun. And it was even less fun having to cancel my big TV debut. But even if I hadn’t been physically miserable and visually ugly, I couldn’t have in good conscience gone, since the woman interviewing me was pregnant. As it happened, I would have been bumped anyway since the Great Blackout of 2003 hit the Northeast and elsewhere the day before, the largest blackout in American history, creating an event far more newsworthy than the publication of my book. Ah, well. If it’s not chicken pox it’s a historic blackout.