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Everyone looks beautiful on a ski slope. Brightly colored ski clothes mask chubbiness, the sparkling cold air gives everyone apple-cheeks, and of course every face is at its best when smiling.
One snowy day at Heavenly Ski Resort on the shore of Lake Tahoe, your humble narrator was a 13-year-old boy tearing down the mountain lickity-split, barely-under-control and frenziedly hopping onto the next chair-lift to repeat the process.
But then my skis got stuck on the plastic [STAND HERE] line. When the kind stranger to my left grabbed the collar of my jacket and yanked me up so the attendants wouldn't have to stop the chairlift.
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Once we were underway on the chair, I thanked him and did a double-take at the granny-glasses---IT WAS THAT ROCKIE-MOUNTAIN HIIIIIIGH GUY!
I was only thirteen, but knew what-was-what, so I said, "You're BOB DENVER!"
He smiled and said "No that was Gilligan."
After I high-fived my forehead, he shook my hand. He was a really nice guy, but he probably wished he hadn't rescued me so he could've ridden the chairlift up the mountain in peace without being insulted by a boob on skis.
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