Calling Card

It's over. We spent many long months learning many formations of a swing dance, teaching the dance to 16-17 yr olds, sometimes yelling, often yelling, to get them to be quiet or put their phones away, but in the end it all came out pretty good. Ya, I may have seen some kids 50 ft off their marker on the field, but none of them cared in front of a crowd of at least 8,000. Then came the patriotic songs and the fireworks. I don't know how anyone can hold back a tear when you got a 300 ft flag made up of energetic kids, cool fireworks, and the song "I'm proud to be an American" blasting. It was very cool. 

One cool thing was on opening night there was a missing boy and girl from our group so Kelly and I got to fill in as dancers and be part of it. I must admit it was a great payoff for all the miles we put into this. I have a feeling that this beast of a dance festival will rise again and we will once again be involved. But another 20 yr break would be good.

WAIT. One more thing... We don't get to see some of our best friends often enough and we have a lot of fun with local friends, but sometimes you meet really cool people and know you'd have some good times with. However, too often in my life have those opportunities vanished. So, to send out a calling card to that person we met at the festival, we are waiting for contact cause your info doesn't register (how we remembered it). You know who you are (we hope, how lame would that be??) Mrs. Fireman, Arbor Cove... come on now...