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true story about dancing

I once enrolled in
ballroom dancing classes. That
did not last so long.


True story.

Years ago, at an Arthur Murray dance studio, because I met a guy in a bar who was a teacher there and he offered me some free lessons.

I can’t for the life of me remember his name now, all these years later, but he was tall, blond, and gay. I think it was Casey.

I loved moving my body and spinning to music, tapping and twisting my way around the floor, and somehow convinced John to take classes with me.

I think we lasted two classes, and as much as he said (and I thought) he enjoyed it, he bowed out – gracefully, thankfully.

It cost a lot of money. It would have been a huge commitment.

He was never very good at commitment.

creature features

You may be surprised,
but creature features are my
favorite movies.


I’m okay with this post a day blog turning into a series of haikus.

I love haikus.

I love their immediacy and seeing how much can fit into seventeen syllables.

But, like I do, I’m thinking about starting another blog… again.