Prime-time Glitz
Oh Solid Gold Dancers, how you added sparkle to my childhood.
My sister and I were highly influenced by their Lycra-clad glamor and we’d dance around the basement, Meghan spinning me over her head, The Pointer Sisters blaring, envisioning ourselves as Saturday night television stars.
I also had a long-running joke where I’d ask for ‘salad gold’ for dinner.
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On a recent visit my dad reminisced about Ricky Starr, a ballet dancing wrestler who, despite his fey persona, sent grown, gruff enemies into hysterics of fear with his deadly legs.
Why do I mention it now?