My Alan Rickman Story. In which I prove that I absolutely CANNOT tell a story linearly.

My friend Deb is an amazing person. About four years ago she decided she wanted to write a screenplay about her mother's struggles with dementia. She caught the bug, and she's been working on screenplays since. None have sold, yet, but it is only a matter of a time. She has an agent, and she has a writing partner in England.

Deb asked me a few months ago, "Have you ever heard of Alan Rickman?" Now, most normal people would say, why sure, he's in the Harry Potter movies. I'm a bad aunt. My nieces LOVE Harry Potter. Glory told me the first book, the whole first book, when she rode with me from Great Falls Montana to Glacier Park. Here we are, driving alongside some of the most beautiful mountains in the world and I'm going "lookee, lookee, lookee," and she's going "yeah, they're nice" and continues on with the book. (She was ten at the time.) I tried to get into them, but something didn't click, so I haven't seen the movies either. However, I HAD heard of Alan Rickman. He was the Sheriff of Nottingham in Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves! Doesn't every Kevin Costner fan know this???? The little rascal stole the show from Kevin.

Anyway, it turns out that Deb's writing partner is a contemporary of Rickman's, and they studied at the theater at the same time. Too cool! Deb was able to get a signed photograph for her nephew who is a big Potter fan, and she made me a copy. Yay!