1959 revisited

I just attended my 50th high school reunion. What a night! It was wonderful to see so many of the people I spent so much time with so long ago. What truly amazed me is that some things really do not change. I was in a class where most of us loved to dance. There were Wednesday night dances, Friday night dances, Sunday night dances and sometimes more in between. We grew up in an era where dances were the social highlight. We watched the original American Bandstand daily. Apparently our love of dancing has not changed. At the reunion the dance floor was never empty. Men and women alike, out there dancing like they were 17 again. Although our stamina was not as good, we couldn't twist as low, and our jitterbug and lindy were a little rusty, we all gave it a good shot. There are probably a lot of sore feet and muscles today, but a great time was had by all last night. It was great to grow up in an era where the biggest problem teenagers had was what to wear to the Friday night dance.