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| Las Vegas - Dune Hotel - 1983 |
“Nadie te quita lo bailado,” is something my 19th century born Spanish grandmother used to tell me. It translates to “Nobody can take away from you the dances you have danced.” What it means is that good memories can never be taken away from you.
As I approach my 79th birthday I would say that I am not much different from other people that age in that I look back at my past a lot.
In 1983 I read that there was going to be stripper convention/festival called The Golden G Strings. I have written about it at length.
Red and Black pumps and Scotch
But in this age of a fading, if not dead journalism, how else could I have gone to Las Vegas now to report on the event on speculation? I called up the Vancouver Province Sunday Magazine and told them that Maclean’s had assigned me to go. I called Maclean’s and said that the Vancouver Province was sending me to Las Vegas. At the time there was an airline called Western Airlines. I contacted them and told them of my assignment. I was given first class tickets. When I arrived the Dunes Hotel I obtained a $10 per day journalism rate.
Because a local gal from Vancouver won the competition Maclean’s and The Province had a scoop. And to top that I sold a photograph to the Chicago Sun Times.
Today when was organizing my files I noticed this slide which to me shows a bit of the glamour I faced as I sat next to my fellow judge (because I was a Canadian journalist I was asked to be a judge) Tempest Storm.
I can dance these dances of my past and I can feel contented that I did live these wonderful moments which would in these times not happen again.
