Not the photo of the skirt twirling in front of the band. Not the upright bass or Chris dancing with Arnica at the corner of the floor. Not the bare trees and rumbling water at Bull Creek, where we hiked in the sun. Not the many students lined up around the floor to learn a clockwise turn. Not the fancy taco or the flight of white wine. This Saturday could be many photos, many stories. Just this stenciling on a tea house wall, and the fact that 79-year-old Jim escorted his wife Linda to the dance floor after telling us that a man who can dance need never seek a woman. They will come to him. And at the Methodist Church, where his mother told him he could always find a friend, he met Linda. Oh, her legs were so long. They still are.
February 7, 2015