Chicken Legs

Here is one of the stories that Sylvia sent me:

In spring or summer 1965, [Linda] moved to New York City, and in late summer, I joined her there. We rented a small apartment a few buildings off Central Park West on 84^th. While Central Park West was an elegant address, ours was less so. The following spring, we moved to an even less elegant address on 81^st and Amsterdam – a dump, actually. The neighborhood was poor and comprised largely of Puerto Ricans, new immigrants, and poor students. She was on a first name basis with many of the neighbors and shopkeepers, and if I was recognized at all, it was only as Linge’s roommate. While I was generally received politely, she was always greeted with great warmth. People just seemed to take to her and enjoy her company. I suppose that this quality, in part, accounts for her talent as an anthropologist. She did receive one unfriendly epithet from some of the young men of the neighborhood when she ignored their attentions while walking down the street. "Chicken legs!" While this might be quite insulting to a women with thin legs, Linge had rather sturdy, heavy legs. She was very amused by this.

Janet, Carla, Aziza, Osman, and Sarah: Comments on this one, please. The Oldham legs called chicken legs.

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