A well-known director called us the other...

A well-known director called us the other day on the phone. “We’re gonna make an M.O.W. of your life,” he said. That’s Hollywood for movie of the week.

We were touched. Would it be a comedy, a tragedy or romance?

“A little of both,” he said. “This is how I picture it: Fade in, you’re walking down a residential street at night. You’re lost. It’s winter. All the homes are dark, cold, foreboding. All the doors are locked.”

All the doors?

“Yeah, sure,” he said. “Remember, you’re a sick, miserable, gutter-sucking piece of slime. In other words, you’re playing yourself here. No one wants you in their home. Suddenly, a beautiful blonde in a bikini wearing a bandoleer . . . “

We thanked him for his offer, said goodby, and hung up.

That night we dreamed that we were an outcast on that same dark street. We followed the faint sound of music, a joyful sound coming from a home that was lighted, open and warm.

There were people singing in the parlor. There was a man, a poet, beside the hearth reading from his works. We listened to the words of the singers and the words of the poet and thought: “True, true, all very true.”

And we felt better about ourselves.

As we were leaving, a gentleman at the door told us to come hear more of the Albert McNeil Jubilee Singers, along with Chester Whitmore’s Black Ballet Jazz, at the University of Judaism today at 2 and 7:30 p.m. (See listings under Music.)

And he told us that writer Amiri Baraka will read from “LeRoi Jones/Amiri Baraka Reader” at the Midnight Special Bookstore at 5 p.m. today. (See listings under Events.)

“You’re always welcome here,” the gentleman said.

We hit the sidewalk whistling.

Fade out.