Weekends were for dancing… Dancing and dating… Dating and… OOPS… That’s a whole different blog… Dances were everywhere… Schools had them… Fire halls had them… Catholic churches had dances... Man… There were even Ballrooms… You could go to a dance on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sunday nights... Not to mention that they were cheaper than dates!!!.... Besides, you didn't have to be Fred Astaire or Ginger Rogers... You just did it... Slow dancing was a basic box-step foxtrot... Except everyone kinda went around in a big circle... And even the slow songs had easy to follow beats... Fast dancing was the jitterbug... (tho' some places called it the Lindy)... There were some variations... The stroll was kind of a slow precursor to line dancing... And of course there was Chubby Checker and the Twist...
I was one of the lucky guys who had older sisters... So I had pretty much completed basic training by the time I hit high school... And of course, you could always see how it was done on Bandstand!!!... And... What a great way to meet girls!!! I hope to kiss a duck if it weren't...Hey... Wanna dance??? Let's cut a rug or two with Killer!!!
*Special thanks to William Butler Yeats for lending me the title for this post...
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