A Cellar Memory
Contributed by Jack Wadsworth Jr.
It was one night in the late '60's,
probably 1965 or 66. My
guitar-playin' buddies and I were snuck out of the house and ensconced
happily in the capital of titties and Rock and Roll - the Fort Worth
Cellar! Many nights had already been (mis)spent here in pursuit of that
Holy Two, but tonight would be more special than we could guess.
It became known at about 2 am that a REAL STRIPPER, not just one of the
Cellar girls, but a GROWN WOMAN was coming in to take it all off for us.
Her name was Tammy True, and she was Christmas and New Year's all in one
package. She was flirting with JC and agreed to show us a thing or two,
or three.
Well, she got up on the runway in front of the bandstand and began to
dance, teasing us to the point of near combustion - stopping every so
often to pout and ask for more applause before continuing. We of course
were going wild, but one of the waitresses took it as a personal sleight
that Tammy True was getting so much attention, when she herself had a
superior rack and was worthy of our teen-aged adulation too. So she
jumped up on a small round table in the middle of the cushion-seating
area and proceeded to stage a "strip-off", no pun intended. We nearly
broke our necks that night trying not to miss anything before the guy in
charge of such stuff used his flashlight to chase both girls off, before
things went "too far".
We talked about that night for months, and remembered it when alone
(know what I mean?) for a year or more.
"Swingeth with us, and thou shalt learneth to DIG!"