05 October 2012
Belly Dancing & Plaid in 1980
It was a strange day. I was about 30 days short from getting out of the Army. I had just bought a plaid sport coat for college at the PX with the help of a buddy in G-2 who had worked in a haberdasher somewhere in Alabama. I was asked to take pictures of my Sergeant Major's wife's belly dancing class. I suppose they're all still waiting for prints.
One of the dancers, who was married to a huge MP, was having an affair with a buddy of mine. But he didn't have a plaid sport coat. It helps to have a plaid sport coat on a strange day.