The year was 1978 and Peg and I traveled to NYC to take the
city, see a play and see things we could not see in Southbridge.
Believe it or not, Dad suggested that we visited the Melody
Burleque when in NYC, and this is the story of when we did.
After eating a dinner at Mama Leone's which was next door to
the Melody Burlesque, we decided to check it out. For
those that know me, I almost always carry a camera and while
touring NYC this was no exception. At time I had a Minolta SLR
camera which took great photos, but certainly was not compact
and could not be hidden. I decided Peg and I try would buy
ticket, but I had decided I did not trust leaving my camera at
the front desk, so resigned myself to being turned away. To my
surprise, we were let in with the camera and all without
Once in I was happy to see the girls were gorgeous and fully
nude! I had not experienced such a show before and found the
show very exciting. As time went by, I noticed another
person with a camera who was taking flash photos and obviously
had permission to do so. I saw another camera in the audience,
so I began to think - should I try too?
I started clicking photos from my lap without looking thru the
viewfinder and without flash. After a few shots (mostly of
the ceiling I would later discover), I got bold and put the
camera up to my face, focused and took several more which are
on this page. I recall after taking the ones you see here,
a gorgeous woman was on stage when I was ready to take one of
her. When she turned and saw me, her mood changed from alluring
to killer attitude and she screamed -STOP!!!
Boy did I. I meekly put the camera down and fully
expected to be confronted and asked for the film - but no one
did! I later sent the photos out to Kodak, not being sure they
would be developed but they were and here they are (minus the
of Melody Burlesque
Camera episode - coming out of the movie theater in Shrewsbury
MA after seeing the Graduate!
Dad and Bettie Page
The "twenty dollar girl"painting
Dick and Dad in 1953 (with Pinup calendar in his office); until he died in 1998,
I always remember a Playboy calendar on full display!
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