Jan Wilberg rung my bell the other day with a list of things she missed. We must be kin, somehow. Further down she mentioned having great legs when she was younger. That rung a bell too.
Back in the 1950s when I was in boot camp sometimes shorts were the uniform of the day. As a result someone pinned the name Legs Laughlin on me. And it stuck.
So I asked a friend, “What the hell’s wrong with my legs?”
“I don’t know. They look twisted.”
“Thanks buddy. Thanks a lot.”
Someone once told me they saw better legs on a sparrow as I walked the beach in shorts – ditched the shorts still walk the beach though.
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