I just received Life is Beautiful and Images of Sound from Mark, what wonderful gifts!

Looking through the book, I came across a soft-focus photo of a couple dancing, she in a white gauzy sleeveless dress, and he in a black tux ... both swirling through the steps of their dance. Next to it is a little poem on the nature of dance and sin:

All who take part in a waltz or cotillion
Are mounted for hell on the devil's own pavilion,
Who, as every true orthodox Christian well knows,
Approaches the heart through the door of the toes.
James Russel Lowell (1819-1891)

If that's the case, then I'm not just on the pavilion, I'm somewhere up near the prow. Speaking of which, I need to dust off my dancin' shoes and get moving. I've been out of the swing of things too long.

Get it? Swing! I crack myself up.

Speaking of which, does anyone in the South San Francisco Bay like to go country dancing? Or go to places where people dance to country music? Or just like country music and can be persuaded to go to a country bar? Anyone? Hello?