| I love Sally's poem for several reasons. One, it has a surprise ending--always a treat. Two, it makes me think of my own stiff-necked grandmother, whom I don't remember doing much of anything but scowling. Imagine my complete astonishment at learning just a few years ago that, in her golden years, that same stern grandmother loved to dress up and go dancing with a gentleman friend! In my wildest dreams, I would never have imagined that. I haven't danced since I gleefully "bumped" through the disco days of my college years(not a graceful dance but, oh, what fun!). Watching the Greenville Lindy Hoppers swing dance to my son's jazz quartet last Friday night, though, I'm newly interested. Mostly 20-somethings, they were having a ball--and so were those of us watching them.
Jitterbug, anyone? |
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