Happy Birthday, Magic Dick!

Straight from his bio: “Born on May 13, 1945 in New London, Connecticut, Magic Dick arrived in post-war America to the Atomic Bomb, World Peace, Bebop and Rhythm & Blues.” Looks like his stars knew he was destined to be on the LRBC, doesn’t it? We're the bomb. We’re hippies gone wild with peace and love and all that. We’re loaded with bebop and rhythm & blues, among other things. And he can fill the legendary bill all by himself. When we were cruising the Caribbean, I asked him, “How are you enjoying your virgin voyage?” “Quite a bit. Are you a virgin, too?” “Not anymore. I’m one of the addicts. I think this is my fifth.” “So,” he paused, peering over his shades and letting some stage patter slip in, “what is it about this cruise that you enjoy so much?” “Well,” I replied, drawing on my inner Mae West, “I would ask how long you’ve got, but you’re a guy.” I could not resist adding, “And your name is Magic Dick.” He grinned and acknowledged that other parts of him are excellent as well. One evening after performing on the Pool Deck somewhere in the Pacific, Dick said that from the stage the crowd looked just like the poster – all dazzling dancers and joyful energy. “So,” I had to ask, tweaking just a tad, “what is it about this cruise…” We’ve always had magic on board. Maybe our stars will bring Magic on board, too.