Late one night in the fall of 1957, I was twirling the dial around on my little transistor radio when suddenly I landed in the middle of a song that made me gasp. That beat! That guitar! That voice!
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So You Think You Can Dance?
Well, I for one sure couldn’t! Mind you, I was only 13, it was 1958, so whaddya want, right? Well. At the community group ‘youth’ dances which I started attending, hoping to meet a [Good grief! What was my rush?!] boyfriend, dancing was a necessity… unless you wanted to spend a couple of hours holding up the wall.
Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees 