Free Preview: Playmate of the Month October 1983 - Tracy Vaccaro
Tracy Vaccaro can walk into a Hollywood restaurant, be seated at a table next to Neil Simon and Sally Field and never give them an idle glance - as can some yogis. Tracy's poise, though, comes from a purely Western discipline learned during her childhood in Las Vegas: "Heed well, Grasshopper; look neither to the left nor to the right but at your own cards, for therein lies your fate." Who knows what they teach in Las Vegas schools? <br> Whatever the curriculum, social or academic, Tracy studied her lessons well. <br> "I don't have a whole lot of style," she says. "But I have class. I can carry myself. I can go anywhere. I can deal with it. I'm grateful for that." <br> She's a scrapper, street-wise, critical of everything, wary of everyone. She came of age in a town of rampant excesses, and at 21, she hardly ever gets the vapors. For the first 16 years of her life, Tracy thought she was going to be a ballet dancer. She had trained for it daily since the age of six. She becomes wistful when she talks about it now: "I wouldn't have been the best in the world, because physically I got too big. But I would have danced. I would have danced. I had a scholarship to go to Europe to study classical ballet. At the time, I was dancing eight hours a day and I'd been on point for a long time. Well, I ripped the ligaments and tore the cartilage in my knee. They told me, 'You are never going to put these dance shoes on again.' And I just felt like . . . what do you do? Something was to...
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