100 Things Before I Die: #8

This next item on my list of 100 Things I Want to do Before I Die is purely for fun. It has absolutely no redeeming social value. There’s no deep spiritual meaning. 

No, this item is strictly self-indulgent.

Before I die (and hopefully before I get too old to appreciate the experience) I’d like to meet Kurt Russell.

And not just meet him in a passing through some stale reception line, shaking hands and moving on after 30-seconds kind of way. No, I’d like to sit down to dinner with him. And with Goldie too. Because it’s not as if I’m entertaining unrealistic, icky thoughts about stealing him away from his lady love. 

My interest in Kurt is purely platonic. And a little visual.

I mean, really, is there a finer sight anywhere than Kurt walking onto the screen as Wyatt Earp in Tombstone? Val Kilmer and Sam Elliott provided pleasant additions to the film’s outstanding aesthetic qualities.  I’m not saying they didn’t. But … well, you know. That movie really is all about Kurt.

And let’s not forget about Kurt in Captain Ron. Or in Overboard. I could spend the rest of the day listing all of his screen accomplishments, and I’m not going to pretend that my desire to meet him has nothing to do with those. I’m the first one to admit that I’ve had a little crush on Kurt for a long time.

But especially now that my very first romance novel, Call Me Mom, originally published in 1995 and featuring a single dad hero named … Kurt … is getting new life under a new title as part of Harlequin’s Heartwarming series . . . well, it just seems like a reasonable thing to want. After all, it was the picture of Kurt Russell that I kept taped to my computer monitor for 8 months while I wrote that book that helped me create a hero worthy of the book’s heroine.

Under the circumstances, I don’t think one little dinner is too much to ask …

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