Vail Daily column: A child’s comfort and bad fashion

By Melanie Wong

Her name was Miss Rizzo. When I was 8 I would have died for her.She had flaming red hair, black roots and smelled better than a barbershop. But it was her legs that captured my imagination. There were two of them, but that was to be expected, but they also had lines. Beginning from the heels of her stylish, yet practical, shoes, the lines traveled up her calves and disappeared under her dress, leaving to a young boy’s mind’s eye their eventual destination. The lines down her legs (which I later learned were the seams of her nylon stockings) were …

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