As someone who came of age in the Sixties, I learned long ago the wisdom behind the maxim 'if you can't dance, you can't love.' I had the moves of a sixty-eight year-old white guy from the time I was about fourteen. Thought I was holding them for somebody else until the birthdays finally caught up with me.
Freddy N. sort of nailed it in his own Teutonic tongue-in-cheek way, "And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”
Like a wave in the ocean, endlessly returning to the shore.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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