I am embarrassed because I was a Dale Evans. I had a fringed vest and skirt. You would have found me sadly lacking in the proper machisma department.
That is funny... I'll bet you were one of those sissy-girls
that I somewhat envied but could never seem to "be".
I remember one of them from when I was in Grade 2.
Her name was Lydia --- see, even her name was extraordinary!
At the school Christmas pageant, she tap-danced
in a pair of ruby-red, sequinny tap shoes.
She had legs that must have been about two-thirds of her body.
and she twirled a baton too!!
A red-white-and-blue sequinny one!
And she had, yup, golden blonde hair in ringlets,
and a sapphire blue, satin dance dress.
Lemme tell ya, I was *envious* in a most serious way.
I went right home after school and asked my Mom
if I could take tap dance lessons.
It seemed that, if I could just do that,
maybe I could look just like this little starlet
who suddenly wasn't just another classmate.
As with most things, I believe I probably forgot
all about tap-dancing in a couple of days.
I was too much of a Huck Finn for that kind of stuff anyhow.
Funny thing though.. four or five years ago,
a friend and I were poking around in a little town
that has a lot of antique shops,
and there in the front window is a sapphire blue satin dance dress.
Wow, talk about your matter transporters!
Beam me up, Scotty.. beam me up.
(o:
~ croc |
