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Mike Johnson
Tuesday, September 18, 2007 |
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AFTER THE PARTY
My wife Francie and I got back to my Mom's place around 1AM Sunday morning. The kids were asleep our big air bed, set up in the living room. Needless to say it was almost impossible to fall asleep for a long while. All those faces. All the conversations and smiles. In the morning the kids (ages 7 and 9 1/2) wanted to hear all about it. Grandma served up pancakes and Eva, my oldest got the ball rolling,
"Did you guys dance?"
"Yep, we danced."
"What dances did you do? What were the names of the dances?...Did you guys really dance?"
"Yep, we really danced. We danced to some of the old stuff I used to listen to in High School. We did the Twist, the Mashed Potatoes, The Shing-a-Ling, the LocoMotion. I don't know, sometimes we just moved around out on the floor. It was really fun."
There may be nothing sweeter than these kinds of questions (the kids looking up at us then looking at each other and kind of snickering very quietl.
I just wanted to say (having never gone to a reunion before) that I so much enjoyed those very brief moments of conversation with so many old classmates and '66ers, too.
I wound up wishing there were more time to visit and talk. We really loved rocking out on the dance floor, too.
Mike
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