Dance, and live, like nobody (even God) is watching
Last night my wife and I went dancing. It was a Salem Big Band night at Mission Mill Museum, a beautifully restored woolen mill dating from the late 1800's. When we walked in, about half an hour after the festivities had started, I could tell that my thoroughly intermediate dancing skills were going to be stretched. The piece being played was energetically cool, but I couldn't place it in my stylistic repertoire. Foxtrot? No. Waltz? Definitely no. Latin style? Absolutely not. Swing? Sort of, but not really. Yet couples (and some uninhibited child singles) were dancing away with abandon, clearly…
