“Following In My Footsteps” by Mort Laitner
I’m driving with my son, Blake, headed to Tampa for Silver Screen Short Film Festival.
“Blake, I remember two years ago when the Silver Screen Festival was held in St. Pete. It was the first time I saw “The Stairs” on a movie theater screen. It was also my first time attending a film festival.”
“Dad, were you excited?”
“Boy was I excited and nervous. I wanted to win so bad that I trembled.”
Now it’s your chance to see how “Know About Us” looks on the big screen—50 feet by 20 feet.”
“Dad, I hope the audience applauds my film.”
Son, don’t worry. They’ll love your video. You might even win best film.”
“Dad, is the audience going to ask me questions about how the film was made?”
“I think so. They did two years ago. You handled yourself real well last time you did that.”
“Blake two years ago, I jumped to buy you a T- shirt from the festival director, Anjani Pandey. It had the festival logo printed on it. Since you couldn’t be there, I wanted to get you a souvenir before they sold out.
“Will Anjani be there?”
“Yup. He’s a real cool guy. He acted in a number of Indian movies. Now he directs, produces and acts in films produced in the States”
“Dad, I still wear that T-shirt. Every time I put it on. I’m proud that you and I worked on that project together.”
“Son, I hope Anjani printed a new batch of T-shirts for this years festival.”
“Me to, Dad.”
“If he did… I’ll buy two—one for each of us. And every time I wear the shirt, I’ll think about how proud I am of you.” I replied.
