In 1975 I went by train to NYC with friend Nancy and her Mom. Somewhere along the line our train broke down. We had to disboard, cross some tracks, and take another train. There were few seats, and I ended up sitting next to a nice old lady (I was 18–30 was elderly to me) who introduced herself as Margot Fontayne. I told her that was interesting–I had a friend named Frank Margot, but he pronounced the ‘T’. This country boy had NO idea. This was about the time she was dancing with Nureyev, and I was asking her what she did for a living. “I’m a dancer.” I remember thinking I hope she gets the occasional gig because, you know, old. She must have gotten a big kick–at least I hope so–out of my complete cluelessness. It wasn’t until we got off the train that Nancy’s mother, who was the closest to high society I had ever met at that time, asked me wide eyed “Do you know who THAT WAS?”
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In 1975 I went by train to NYC with friend Nancy and her Mom. Somewhere along the line our train broke down. We had to disboard, cross some tracks, and take another train. There were few seats, and I ended up sitting next to a nice old lady (I was 18–30 was elderly to me) who introduced herself as Margot Fontayne. I told her that was interesting–I had a friend named Frank Margot, but he pronounced the ‘T’. This country boy had NO idea. This was about the time she was dancing with Nureyev, and I was asking her what she did for a living. “I’m a dancer.” I remember thinking I hope she gets the occasional gig because, you know, old. She must have gotten a big kick–at least I hope so–out of my complete cluelessness. It wasn’t until we got off the train that Nancy’s mother, who was the closest to high society I had ever met at that time, asked me wide eyed “Do you know who THAT WAS?”
Funny story!
I know she was a dancer, but that’s all.