It really is the worst time of the year here. It's so hot, that venturing outside for more than a few minutes mid day leads to a soaked shirt. The early mornings and evenings are at least passable. Anyone with sense is up in North Carolina, or out west.
My partner and I went to dinner on Tuesday. We met another friend out near MIA, and went to a Venezuelan steakhouse. It was nice -piano bar with a singer performing comically accented Sinatra. And then Charo walked in.
Ah Charo --fleeting icon from the 1970s --the "cuchi cuchi" girl. I think she guested on "Love Boat" 100 times, and Carson probably 100 more. She sat with a 60 ish fellow who looked like he came out of a Montana ranch. She wore a track suit --like a New Jersey mobster.
At the table next to hers, a large Cuban family, celebrating a birthday, noticed her and squealed. Charo went over and sang happy birthday to a 60is woman.
On her way out, I waved and said "Buenos Noches." Charo looked great for her age, although the lighting in the restaurant was dim.
The next day, I told some of the office staff, in their 30s, about my meeting. They had no idea who Charo was...
Such are the Summer doldrums, when even the most trivial event is newsworthy...
When's football starting?????
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