Mirror, mirror on the wall . . .

She got out of the car, looking like an 80's call girl, certainly not like one of my best high school girlfriends. I would not have known her in passing. My boys were elbowing each other upon seeing her and I gave them 'that look.'

How sad. She had never been considered a true beauty, except when the lights were dimmed.(In other words, she looked great in a bar.) But this Scandinavian at 5'9", once had a smokin' body and a glorious mane of pale blonde hair and a smile that would make men. . .and women melt. Where was the Anne I knew? Where was the Anne who had been approached on the streets of LA by John Casablanca himself? The Anne who had men stuffing her g-string with one hundred dollar bills?

She was certainly representative of what living in the fast lane can do to a girl. Her face heavily lined and pitted by acne,her smile dulled. Her mane chopped off into this brassy tornado. Still dressing as if she were in her 20's, she poured out of her little blue jean dress, obviously two sizes too small.

She hugged me tightly and as I looked at her face, now just inches from my own, I finally recognized 'her.' She had the same dancing pale blue eyes. THERE she was.

Our brief reunion left me a little melancholy. Although I was delighted to see her, I was anxious to part and still question exactly why. Was it because I was afraid she would see the pity in my eyes? Or was it something more than that?

After our good-byes in front of Jay's Patio Cafe, I watched her walk down 15th St., downtown Denver, in her 4 inch heels and with a strut that Naomi Campbell would envy.

And as my eyes welled with tears and with ZZ Top screaming in my brain, I couldn't help but smile.

She's got legs, she knows how to use them
She never begs, she knows how to choose them
She only lets you wonder how to feel them
Would you get behind them if you could only find them
She's my baby, she's my baby
Yeah, it's all right

She's got hair down to her fanny
She's got a dress slit right up to her panties
Every time she's dancin' she knows what to do
Everybody wants to see, see if she can use it
She's so fine, she's all mine
Girl, you got it right

She's got legs, she knows how to use them
She never begs, she knows how to choose them
She's got a dime all of the time
Stays out at night movin' through time
Oh, I want her, said I got to have her
The girl is all right, she's all right