Tiny Tim and Miss Vickie

When I was a teenager, I went to an Elvis concert in Miami, Fla. at the Miami Beach Convention Hall. I was under a spell watching a young, slender thirtysomething Elvis croon and shake his hips (dressed in one of those tight, low cut white jump suits). Suddenly I heard a clammer and people talking behind me. I turned, and there was Tiny Tim (wearing rouge) and Miss Vickie. He had the nicest brown eyes. They had to get up and leave because fans were bothering them. Foolishly, I trotted out after the pair and when I approached them, Miss Vickie glared at me, extended a finger (gesturing toward the concert) and sternly said, "The show is in there." Tiny Tim never so much as whispered. He looked like an innocent child, with an overprotective mother. I tucked my tail between my legs and returned to enjoy a wonderful performance by Elvis.