It’s been 11 months since I interviewed my surly sister PK, which is a unfortunate, because many things have happened in little PK’s life since December. One: she got a new job in St. Petersburg closer to me and Joe. Two: Last month she moved into a very tropical apartment complex with vaulted ceilings and granite countertops only five miles up the road from me.
On the ONE day we had 50-degree temperatures, PK and I carved pumpkins and soaked in her apartment hot tub. Since nearly a year has passed since we last heard from the 23-year-old minx, I decided to bring along my tape recorder and fire off a few questions in the rub-a-dub-tub.
However, tape recorders, as every journalist knows, cannot be trusted. In the middle of my conversation with PK the damn thing quit, which is why, in 1999, I stopped bringing tape recorders to interviews.
Anyway. Here’s what remains of the Q&A…