Ten years later, I was walking around San Francisco’s North Beach, and I ran into Carol Doda on the street. She was still going strong, doing her nightly routine on top of the hydraulic baby-grand piano that came down from the ceiling with her doing the swim or the frug to the delight of … Continue reading
Start with Part 1: Leap before you look! I did it again. Langley Porter? I was pretty sure that was the psychiatric division of the UCSF (University of California, San Francisco) right down the street on Parnassus. The card said Paul Back had an appointment at 3:30 that day. This was before I had an … Continue reading
It was a clean show. Really, it was. After a while, you forget about being topless. When I first started in the show, I would “hide” behind a screen to get into costume. With the quick changes between numbers, that become impractical; no, impossible. So, forget the screen, just change and get back onstage before … Continue reading
Link to part 1: https://caroleconnolly.wordpress.com/2014/05/28/new-barker-in-the-neighborhood Link to part 2: Bimbo’s? We were going to a place called Bimbo’s? Probably a bunch of bimbos in there is why it’s called that. I was part of Eddie, the choreographer’s, entourage. We arrived in a black stretch limo, which picked us up at the Off Broadway, just a few … Continue reading
The thirst for adventure, the undertaking of wild and crazy activity runs in my family. Some say it’s a genetic trait; some say we’re just plain nuts, which is the same thing, really. This is my mom! Look closely; her back foot is not touching Mr. … Continue reading
If you missed part 1 see I reported for my first shift at the Off Broadway Club at precisely 5:00 as instructed. I wore my sneakers, and carried my high heels, in case I had to bolt. Bronco, the combo manager and barker, was there to greet me with a big smile; there is a big … Continue reading
