Dancing again....
I wasnt feelin that qell yesterday so plopped on the bed and hit some cahnnels on the tube that I never get to. I found the Glenn Miller story. Yeah a classic and so much a family thing. I learned to dance from my Dad. He taught me our living room in NJ. It was a ten minute lesson on the basics, the only thing was that I never neede to know how to dance unless I was with him. We could dance I must say. He was an excellent lead and Icould follow him through any music and any song. Spins dips, jitterbugs, swing and we always always had a great time. In the mood was a classic for us. swing was a good one for us. He sparkled and lead me around any foor and I havent had that ever since nor will I ever. Its ok though some things are meant to be just US. ps There were mornings I was woken up with this music playing and Dad singing his heart out to us. Cant ever forget that.