marisa is wrong about me, i'm really
not a nice person. desert sand is
getting into her brain and eroding her
critical facilities...but at least
she's getting a good tan and hanging
out with the ancients
My fondest memory...Hurteling up the
West coast on Rt. 1 at top speed. We
had to make it to San Fran. All of the
sudden BAM!....there was a camper.
Foiling our plans to make it to the
city of hills in an ungodly amount of
time. This was not just any camper it
was HUGE! with a dust skirt and it was
creeping along (They must have been
fresh into retirment. Taking in the
views off the coast of CA.) Anyway
there was something that needed to be
done immediately. The girls were in the
back seat singing and laughing utterly
unaware of the magnitude of the
situation. WE HAD A DINNER DATE! That's
when Marisa decided to take action she
extended her beautiful body boldly out
of the passenger window as far as she
possibly could braving the hair pin
turns and unlike her quiet demure
deminer (As we all know) stared
hurtling insults out of her lovely
mouth at the occupents of the camper.
Unfortunatly due the the girth of the
camper thay were completely oblivious
to her threats and pleadings. Finally
our oppurtunity to pass revealed its
self and as we picked up speed Marisa
uttered a few parting comments which
I'm sure helped them to immediately
recognize her persausive abilities and
leave them with the thought...THAT GIRL
IS GOING PLACES! And I challenge anyone
to stand in her way. Marsia....I think
about you often. I hope your inspired
and happy.
The thing is, we were on this bus, see, and I
was 16 already. Marisa was convinced she
could get on top of me even though the bus
was filled with 49 other people. Also it was
daytime and bright as the desert can be. I
didn't doubt her, I just didn't want to be the
center of attention quite that way. She
looked at me, all excited and crazy-eyed
and she said, "you don't believe I'll do it."
And that's what I'm talking about, that is
Marisa: Ready to break down the gates of
hell and ride the devil like he was a wild
stallion out to be broken in. Ain't no ones
safe. No one.
marisa is the closest thing i will ever
have to a sister. we love like
sisters and we fight like sisters. i
used to be really jealous because she
got to be rumplestiltsken in the first
grade play. over the last 20+ years,
i have had the pleasure of witnessing
marisa blossom into the goddess that
she always was inside. you know that
cake song: short skirt and long
jacket? it was written about marisa!
and what a lucky lion, indeed!
Marisa has the sassy sophistication of
the cosmopolitan internationale we ALL
always knew she would be (well, the
smart ones of us anyway...) but what I
fell in love with way back when, kee-
ryste - I can't believe how many years
ago - what keeps me comin' back for
more rejection from this uptown girl is
her wide-eyed childlike fascination
with the world. Frequent are the
moments when I remind myself to
meditate on being more like Marisa Sara.
not a nice person. desert sand is
getting into her brain and eroding her
critical facilities...but at least
she's getting a good tan and hanging
out with the ancients
West coast on Rt. 1 at top speed. We
had to make it to San Fran. All of the
sudden BAM!....there was a camper.
Foiling our plans to make it to the
city of hills in an ungodly amount of
time. This was not just any camper it
was HUGE! with a dust skirt and it was
creeping along (They must have been
fresh into retirment. Taking in the
views off the coast of CA.) Anyway
there was something that needed to be
done immediately. The girls were in the
back seat singing and laughing utterly
unaware of the magnitude of the
situation. WE HAD A DINNER DATE! That's
when Marisa decided to take action she
extended her beautiful body boldly out
of the passenger window as far as she
possibly could braving the hair pin
turns and unlike her quiet demure
deminer (As we all know) stared
hurtling insults out of her lovely
mouth at the occupents of the camper.
Unfortunatly due the the girth of the
camper thay were completely oblivious
to her threats and pleadings. Finally
our oppurtunity to pass revealed its
self and as we picked up speed Marisa
uttered a few parting comments which
I'm sure helped them to immediately
recognize her persausive abilities and
leave them with the thought...THAT GIRL
IS GOING PLACES! And I challenge anyone
to stand in her way. Marsia....I think
about you often. I hope your inspired
and happy.
was 16 already. Marisa was convinced she
could get on top of me even though the bus
was filled with 49 other people. Also it was
daytime and bright as the desert can be. I
didn't doubt her, I just didn't want to be the
center of attention quite that way. She
looked at me, all excited and crazy-eyed
and she said, "you don't believe I'll do it."
And that's what I'm talking about, that is
Marisa: Ready to break down the gates of
hell and ride the devil like he was a wild
stallion out to be broken in. Ain't no ones
safe. No one.
how much I miss Marisa Katz.
Los Angeles for Israel! We'll miss
her and her special ways. Bye Marisa!
have to a sister. we love like
sisters and we fight like sisters. i
used to be really jealous because she
got to be rumplestiltsken in the first
grade play. over the last 20+ years,
i have had the pleasure of witnessing
marisa blossom into the goddess that
she always was inside. you know that
cake song: short skirt and long
jacket? it was written about marisa!
and what a lucky lion, indeed!
the emphasis was all wrong. what i
meant to say was HOLY CRAP, LOOK AT
THAT HOT MAMA! wrowRR, easy tiger! etc
the cosmopolitan internationale we ALL
always knew she would be (well, the
smart ones of us anyway...) but what I
fell in love with way back when, kee-
ryste - I can't believe how many years
ago - what keeps me comin' back for
more rejection from this uptown girl is
her wide-eyed childlike fascination
with the world. Frequent are the
moments when I remind myself to
meditate on being more like Marisa Sara.