DSC_0155 (2)Believe it or not, I have not always been old, fat and not able to bend over.  And, again believe it or not, one of my favorite things to do way back then was dance.  Not that I was ready for “Dancing With The Stars” or such, but I could hold my own.

How did I dance?  Danged if I know.  It was my own version of the swing or the shag I suppose.  A little, one and two, three and four, five-six beat.  Not real fast, not real slow, just somewhere in between that gave you time to turn your partner every once in a while.

My most memorable dance ever?  The one you see here.  That’s daughter Kim on her wedding day years ago.  My special request was for Lonely Teardrops by Jackie Wilson, maybe the best dance tune I’ve ever heard.  As far as I can remember, this is the one and only time Kim and I ever danced together.  She did great.

The funniest part was the look on her brother’s face.  He had no clue his pappy could dance.  But they say you learn something new every day.

Twenty years ago the daughter of my dear friends Donna and James Parrish, Kelli, called and asked me to take ballroom dance classes with her.  I first turned her down, having visions of spending an evening with a group of senior citizens, like I’ve now become, in some hall in Montgomery trying to Cha Cha or Rumba.  But one guilt trip later, something about how many meals her mom had fixed for me and all those tailgates at Auburn football games, and I relented.

It was lot of fun.  And yes, I think we ran headfirst into the Cha Cha, the Rumba, and even the Foxtrot.  I have not a clue of what we learned.  But thankfully Kelli could count and kept me from embarrassing myself.  And I did learn that what I had been doing all those years worked just fine.  So I kept it up.

And even after Kelli became the wife of Chuck and the mother of Clay, Chuck was kind enough to “loan” her to me every now and then so we could hit the floor.  Like going to Gadsden to dance while the Tyn Tymes played music from my past.

Like too many other things these days, dancing is just something I recall from days gone by.  The only way I would try such now would be knowing that my partner had passed a course in CPR.  Still, from time to time I will hear a tune and find my foot tapping.  Like a few days ago when I came across this song by Rod Stewart.

Gosh, I wonder if Kelli knows CPR.