Farrah

In the fall of 1965, my wife happened to renew an acquaintance with a female student from her hometown, who was then an undergraduate at The University of Texas.  One day we drove this student back  to her dorm, and she told me that she wanted me to meet her suite mate from Corpus Christi.  For want of a better option, I agreed and went inside to the waiting room.   A few minutes later she came down with Farrah Fawcett.  Immediately I fantasized about whether I could annul my recent marriage, or simply run off as the South Carolina governor did recently.  To put it mildly, Farrah was a knockout!  I  knew it was important to say just the right thing,  but I was having a problem since my spine was beginning to give way,  and I feared I might double over.  When Farrah said “Hi, Jimmy,”  I looked around the room for an oxygen tank (not very common in a college dorm, but I’ve seen a lot since).   Anyway, I recovered quickly and responded coolly ” Hello there, Blondie.”  Actually I think I just made a sound, not really a word.  Farrah never did call after that,  so I decided to play it cool myself.  I hear she later found happiness for a few years with Lee Majors, but I’m sorry she died never really knowing what she missed.