Un Viejo Verde
Friday, May 19, 2017
A viejo verde is a
dirty old man in Spanish. I believe I am such a person.
It all began in my Buenos
Aires kindergarten. At the time I was going to the American Grammar School in
Belgrano R. In my class I had the not as famous as the Canadian version, the
Diligenti quintuplets. There were two boys and three girls. I had a liking for
the reserved and more quiet María Fernanda. I liked to hike up her skirt. I did
this often but I was never caught.
In my high school years in Austin, Texas, in a Catholic boarding school I was a prototype nerd. I did not know how to dance so I could not meet girls. And I was much too shy to talk to them. But as an alto saxophone player for the school band this meant I played at football games and basketball games. And we had cheerleaders. We all thought our classmate Buddy Lytton was a pansy, the only word we used in those days besides that deprecative “homo” because he had joined the cheerleading team. We, of course were absolute idiots. Buddy knew where to find girls! He had a red convertible 1955 Chevrolet parked (against school regulations) in a nearby secret garage.
One of the cheerleaders was five foot tall and she was
called Judy. She was a firecracker of a girl. When she jumped up on the
cheerleading forays I could spot her underwear and I was in heaven.
Somehow I managed to have two dates with her and I met her
parents. I remember little else. Many years later I found her through the
internet living in San Antonio where she had and has a cheerleading supply
company.
In years hence I have made it my duty as a viejo verde to
photograph as many women as I can find that will pose for me undraped. Now that
I am 75 the legion of women that seemed to be eager to face my camera has
dwindled.
My guess is that you are never a dirty old man until you are
an old man!
Lee "Buddy" Lytton weighed in on the details of his Chevrolet:
Lee "Buddy" Lytton weighed in on the details of his Chevrolet:
My car was a Black 1956 Chevy Bel Aire 4-dr hardtop. What
a car! I only wish I still had it in pristine condition. It cost $500 when I
got it with 20,000 miles. When I finally moved on, it was pushing 150,000. Some
serious memories there for sure.