- - When I was a kid in times long ago, my parents actually made me take a course in social dancing, which was apparently something that people really did during times even longer ago. About age 13 at the time of these lessons, back then I would sooner have had flaming bamboo splints shoved under my fingernails, being that dance lessons involved wearing uncomfortable clothing for a prolonged time and physically touching members of the opposite sex in a chaste fashion while learning something that I was not even remotely interested in.
Taught by an elderly woman who might have been considered hot during the flapper era, the course taught me to do dances such as the Waltz and the Fox Trot, advancing to such decadent things as the Cha Cha. I have in the many years since waited in vain for someone to ask me to demonstrate my profound mastery of the Fox Trot, but sadly no one has.
I guess that I'll have to file my knowledge of social dancing along with other things that were required and painful to learn, but which I've never had to actually use in the real world...you know, things like algebra...
- - Smokin' Joe Frazier has sailed into his rest, seemingly like many amateur and professional athletes dying young in his 60's. Considering the list of many professional athletes, it would seem like they (with some exceptions) while exceptional physically in their youth do not necessarily live longer than the rest of us; boxers in particular take a beating, quite literally. The same might be said of amateur athletes; a family member of mine who was a three-letter athlete while in school also died in his sixties.
--Could it be that the candle which burns brightest burns shortest?--In any case, pass me that Little Debbie snack cake while I watch the idiot tube!
- - It was just November 4th when I ventured into a Walmart, there to be assailed by the store music being played, and my God! They were playing Silver Bells! Wandering towards the foods entrance, I beheld a giant Xmas tree extending from floor to ceiling, fully decorated. Additional Xmas carols continued to batter my poor eardrums, fully seven weeks before the holiday. In a few meager shopping carts resided the pathetic remains of Halloween, now being sold for 75% off...Thanksgiving, the forgotten and oppressed holiday, was limited to a few wretched rows of greeting cards.
Something tells me that it's going to be another long and wearisome season of Christmas, the two month long holiday...
