Wednesday, January 7, 2015
He liked tall blondes. And short ones. And brunettes too.Read the rest here.
Before he died in August 2013, Delbert Belton, or "Shorty" as his friends called him, loved to dance. It didn't matter with whom.
On Saturday nights, he'd walk into his favorite spot, an old country bar in Mead called the Lariat Inn, no taller than 5 feet in jeans and cowboy boots, hand raised level to his forehead like a sea captain or a prospector. Mar Kloepfel, one of the cooks, called it his "Indian look" — surveying his surroundings, searching for treasure. Then, with a cheeky grin and a twinkle in his eye, he'd approach a single lady at her table, hold out the palm of one hand and point the other toward the dance floor. He may have been 88 years old, but no woman ever turned him down.
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