Tuesday, September 29, 2009
The Good, The Bad and the Ugly
He was the "Bad" in The Good, The Bad and The Ugly ... one of the old Clint Eastwood Spaghetti Westerns. Great movie.
His daughter was an art student at UGA with me. She worked part time as an artist's model. The first semester I met her was when we were taking photography together.
I introduced myself, "Hi, I'm Joel. We haven't met."
I held out my hand and she just stared at me. My hand looked like some alien object floating out there.
Undaunted I tried again, "Hey is that a Pentax you have?"
"Yes." Still staring at me.
"Do you live on campus?"
"Really? Me either. I've got a place on ..."
"Hey .... you don't know me?"
"No ... that's why I indroduced myself."
"Ever see me before?"
"Um ... no ... I don't think so."
"You draw me naked in Charcoal Studies Class every Thursday."
"Oh my God ... you're ... you're the model?"
"Yes. And ... this ... is my face." She pointed to her broad smart aleck grin.
I liked her immediately. We had a great time for 10 straight days ... then we never went out again. She was just like her father ... only prettier. You'll notice I never used her name here. There's a reason for that. It's not the gentlemanly thing to do ... besides ... I can't remember it.
So much for the "Good".
The "Bad" was Van Cleef's daughter ... and most of the art department. They were fascinating for about an hour and a half and then you had to change your home address. But they were fun.
And The "Ugly"?
Still bothers you, huh?
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