If you were watching Chicago Med last night, yes, that was me playing a deceased man.
A few months back I got hired as an extra to play the role.
“How long can you hold your breath?” I was asked. “Don’t know,” I said. So he timed me. I took a deep breath and held it for about a minute.
“Should we do eyes open and mouth closed or eyes closed and mouth open?” asked somebody else.
How would I know?
The entire scene took up less than 90 seconds on air and took three hours to shoot. Anne found it disturbing to watch me but I thought it was all fun.
And I’m not really dead. It’s a TV show.
Donald Trump is not really a TV show. He is president.
I find that far more disturbing and there is no doubt it will be bad, at least for those not represented by his cabinet of dopes and Wall Street wheeler-dealers.
But there is this.
At the exact moment when Trump was taking the oath of office in Washington, I was sitting with a group of kindergarten and first graders at a public elementary school in Chicago, all of us playing the ukulele and singing This Little Light of Mine.
“What’s the light?” I asked.
“Love,” a first grader told me.
Ah. Don’t tell me there are no right answers.
Some of my friends woke up this morning feeling down.
First of all, as bad as Trump is, this is not my first rodeo.
We have been here before.
We can deal with this.
And as bad as things can get, and for many already are, in a room where there are no Grizzly bears, or for that moment any fear of guns, a safe place, things are good.
And I feel alive and ready to go at it.