Mel Allen broke my heart. Okay, that’s not quite accurate. Mel Allen doesn’t even know me. What broke my heart is that I came this close to meeting him and hearing him speak.
I was at a writing conference and as I was waiting for a seminar to begin, I leafed through the program for more information. I was thrilled to see editor Mel Allen’s name as one of the panelists. I am a huge Yankee magazine fan, having been a subscriber since the early 1970’s when we first moved to Vermont. We lived in New Hampshire as well, and, although we now live in New York State, my heart is in New England.
Another thing that thrilled me was a note in the short bio that said Mel Allen had once raced a sled dog team. As a dog person, that really made me want to hear what he had to say. New Hampshire was home to “Short” Seeley, of Siberian Husky fame, as well as the home state of the Chinook sled dog. I envisioned myself captivating Mr. Allen, dazzling him with my resume. I would write feature after feature for the venerable Yankee magazine, a dream come true.
I was on a real high until the moderator sent me crashing to a serious low. Mel Allen was unable to attend. The talk lost its luster.
Oh, sure, the other speakers were interesting, but how can magazines about Minnesota and Rhode Island compare with Yankee? And, what could I possibly write for either of those publications? The answers are, they can’t and I can’t.
So, maybe Mel Allen didn’t personally break my heart, and maybe my heart isn’t really broken, but there’s definitely a hairline crack.
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