TELL ME YOU DIDN'T REALLY TAKE MY PICTURE!

TELL ME YOU DIDN'T REALLY TAKE MY PICTURE!
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A FAIRY TALE ABOUT MODELING AND THE HANDSOME PRINCE...
She was one attractive young lady. She was the type one does afford a second glance. She was seemingly alone. And it seemed to me that wherever I went on the ground of the Presidential Library, she was sure to follow. I had my Olympus OM77 with the long and large 300x lens hooked up. I found a spot on a bench and started snapping photos of the fountain. Sure enough, within minutes, she was right in the line of my focus and demonstrating a full set of poses, nothing provocative, but poses that sent the message: I want to be a model. "YES, I REALLY DID TAKE YOUR PICTURE," I replied. She smiled. "I thought you would," she said. "Is that okay?" I asked. "sure," she replied. And the conversation began. She told me she was waiting for a photographer who was more than an hour late. He hasn't called. I expressed my sympathy and told her I would be considerate enough to snap a few shots. Thus, the guy never showed up and we did an impromteau model shoot and several more. In due time, we created the kind of portfolio she wanted. I received a letter from her postmarked New York in 1990. She told me how pleased she had been with the photos we took in 1988 and had finally contracted with a successful young designer from Italy. I would like to add that in 1992 she wrote me a letter with an enclosed family portrait type photo of herself being embraced by a tall and handsome man with a huge castle and two smiling babes in arms. Unfortunately, that letter never arrived and I never heard from her again.