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...seconds. But his routines weren't a collection of jokes; they were skits, theater pieces that got laughs from the asides as much as the punch lines. And each bit was populated with two, three, many characters. It was like a classic sketch on Your Show of Shows, except that Lenny played all the parts: Sid Caesar's, Carl Reiner's, Howie Morris' and Imogene Coca's. He wasn't a great mimic ? all the voices had his nasal Long Island timbre ? but he was a confident actor. And since each routine tended to evolve as he performed it, Lenny...
...attended his concert at Philadelphia's Town Hall. It would be his last performance in my town except for three appearances at Central Magistrates Court after a drug bust. (Prescription drugs; he was acquitted.) And in 1964 I drove up to New York to see his Easter weekend stint at the Village Theater (later the Fillmore East). Four shows, all 11,000 tickets sold; I caught the late show, midnight, on Saturday. He did plenty of material about his legal vexations, but Lenny was still a spieler who could mesmerize his audience for two hours plus ? a great gig. (There...
...service area, the blonde seems to be having some trouble with her upper clothing, and a barman is gallantly helping her. Out of the kitchen comes a giant silver tray of chicken wings, and the young lady emerges from behind the bar to offer around the tasty appetizers. Except now she's topless. Ah, so that's what...
...rest of the year, the course lies mainly dormant, except when giant gray kangaroos come to graze, or roadhouse workers Craig Cooke and Kris Hutchison come for R and R. (New Zealander Hutchison, 23, prefers the nearby mini-golf course-"It's cool.") For Port Lincoln-born Cooke, 34, it's sometimes necessary to get away from the relative rat race of the Nullarbor. "A lot happens out of Eucla," he insists. "We've had suicides, cyclists go under trucks, cars flip over-you name it." But they've yet to see a hole...
...flail in an exuberant choreography. Soon the bell for lunch will summon a well-ordered procession to the community store for a hot meal, the teachers will retreat to their homes for an hour of down time, and the classrooms sit empty on the edge of the desert, soundless except for the murmur of wind...