Today is "D" day and the topic is dancing.
My goodness, I had a hard time coming up with a "D" topic. Then DANCING popped into my head.
As a teenager I loved to dance, as most young people do. Way back then it was The Twist, Mashed Potato, The Stomp, The Stroll and of course the Jitterbug. Every afternoon after school it was sitting in front of the old black and white TV watching Bandstand. Back then it was broadcast from Philadelphia. I can even remember when the host changed from somebody with the last name of Horn to Dick Clark. Perhaps a reader can remember Mr. Horns first name.
As I lived in South Jersey only about 20 miles across the Delaware River from Philadelphia some of the kids I went to school with actually got to dance on Bandstand. We each had our favorite regular on the show. I even joined the fan club of a dancer whose last name was something like Minnick I believe. Hey, this was decades ago - blame it on my foggy memory.
I continued to enjoy dancing while my daughters were growing and their father and I attended dances at the local firehouse where he was a member.
One time I went dancing changed my life. It was June 1988. At that time Country Dancing was very popular in New Jersey. Live bands played almost every night of the week at various bars and dance halls. Singles night was Tuesday at one such place and friends encouraged me the join them there. I refused several times but finally agreed.
There I met Leonard. He worked for a company out of Houston working on heat exchangers in refineries throughout the country. It was his third Tuesday there. He had already danced with my friends the previous weeks. He was on a date with another woman. I was to meet up with a man (named Leonard of all things!) who I had been out with just once before.
The woman Len was with went off talking to friends and the Lennie I was to meet was not there yet. Len asked me to dance. Bottom line, by the time the other Lennie showed up I was smitten as was apparently Len. Lisa and Lennie were ignored the rest of the night. Bottom line, Len moved from Louisiana to NJ and one year and three days later we married. We still Two-step, waltz and country line dance when given the opportunity.
Today's topic DANCING! Are you a dancer?
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