Marilyn was a dancer, but she had hung up her toe-shoes and was helping me in the boutique on Broadway in New York.
Her husband, Ivan, was a from Hungary and was not only a great dancer but also a funny person.
He loved to tell the story of when very young he had just arrived to the USA and spoke little to no English ( he still had a very strong accent) and had no money.
He would go to the supermarket he said, and find cans with enticing pictures of stews and funny names like Alpo and Pooch.
They were cheap, they were filling and they were, he came to find out when he went shopping with someone who had better English, dog food.
It didn't seem to hurt him. He remained number one dancer for many years.
1 comment:
Funny - but my cats are no dancers, allthough they eat canned cat food. :-)
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