The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

The Art of the Centerfold #3

Dinah Willis
(Miss December, 1965)


swac said...

Baby got back!

Tom, this series is bringing out the worst in us lads. Not that anyone's complaining.

Brent McKee said...

Back in the day Hef liked them nice and curvy rather than anorexic.

Will there ever be a time when you get to Shannon Tweed (November 1981). She's one of the two most famous people to go to my old high school - she was a grade behind me but we left school at the same time, the difference being that I graduated. (The other one? My one time friend Darwyn Peachey, who is vice-president of R&D at Pixar.)

Rob said...

Ah, Brent, The Girl Next Door was so much more than just that, eh? I like these pre-70's centerfolds, they almost look, dare I say it, wholesome.


-ms jumbled mind- said...

she's beautiful

sleepybomb said...

yeah buddy . . .
keep'em comin'.
reminds me of my jaded and checkered youth.
i love these pin-ups . . .