Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Tula Elise Finklea

I shared one thing with the father of my first "real girlfriend" -- that is to say, the first one over whom I made a complete ass of myself.

All right, we shared two things: an irrational protective, possessive affection for his daughter, and an appreciation for Cyd Charisse.

I don't know how the subject came up at an awkward dinner, but I said Silk Stockings, and the banker -- who, at the time, couldn't have been much older than I am now -- blushed, smiled, and shook my hand. The amazing dancer appears in the above clip.

I don't know where the banker is now. Or his daughter. But I do know that at the time I was way too immature to have known either of them. The simple lesson I've learned is: You're never "ready." You can only prepare to do your best and do it well when required. That's Life's standing order.

And I guess that's what the banker and I saw in Cyd Charisse.

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