12 of Our interview series, extraordinary author Colin Broderick is back, with a guest interview.I was scrolling through facebook a few weeks ago (I know, I know, please don’t tell anyone, I have little enough street cred left as it is) and I was caught by a random question someone had posted: “Whatever happened to Barbara Feldon?On the facebook thread that I had happened upon, a handful of people had answered; no one, it seemed, had any idea where she had gone.But one thing was obvious; after all these years on the missing list, Barbara Feldon was still sorely missed and thought of in very high regard. First off I just want to say thanks for taking the time out to chat.It was wildly romantic and transporting — helped, I’m sure, by the grand passion I developed for my leading man — that, alas, didn’t survive long when exposed to reality.CB: I’ll do you a favor and not cheapen this interview by grilling you about all your other memorable romances (I’ll do that over dinner when we are alone.BF: I kept meeting people who thought living on one’s own is a second rate life.
Every night they’d open the furnaces and for miles around the sky would glow red; and when they dumped the slag it would flow down the hills like burning lava. He lived the American dream, but my mom was born too soon to enjoy the fruits of the woman’s movement.
It sounds like you have a healthy relationship with your childhood.
From Pittsburgh, you came to New York to pursue acting.
Can you tell me a little bit about what that was like in the beginning?
BF: After a couple of years, I became so disheartened about ever breaking into show business that I just gave it up and turned to modeling. The photographer’s studios were spectacular and the fashion in the early 6o’s was imaginative and fun.