I had just met K. at a club called The Dancing Bear on Folly Beach, near Charleston, SC. My friend Dale owned The Dancing Bear and one Friday night introduced me to K. who was passing through, hitchhiking to Texas. We spent some time together over one weekend and knew there was mutual interest. The next weekend I came down from Columbia and asked her out on a "real date." That Saturday I picked her up at her work (she was waitressing at a Greek Gyro place on King Street). I was dressed in my cream white suit with a long sleeve, button down, school bus yellow cotton oxford. I topped it off with a matching yellow orange fedora! I looked like a pimp! She was dressed in a white cotton peasant dress.
I had heard of this supper club called Cavellero's, that they had live music. It was out on Highway 17 toward Savannah. We drove out in my white Pinto. The club was overgrown with trees, moss and ivy with a circular drive around a non-running fountain. The feeling was out of "Hotel California," a watercolor run amouk. We parked and went in side. There was not another couple under sixty in the entire joint! Everyone was dressed in tuxes and ball gowns, seated at tables around the edge of a slightly raised wooden dance floor.
There were three entres' on the menu: Steak, Lobster and Surf and Turf. Our steaks truly were grand and the wine a bloody table red. We were finishing our meal when the curtains opened and on stage a twelve piece orchestra blasted “Pennsylvania 6-5000,” swingtime.The room erupted with old folks dancing. K. introduced me to the jitterbug at which she was quite adept. Mostly I hung on for dear life!
The band was great and so was the company. A couple of the oldsters asked K. to dance and gave her all she could handle.
After K. and I were married we regularly went dancing and always had fun. Even though our first date at Cavellero's was 25 years ago, we both still remember every detail.
Man! Sometimes my fat little fingers screw up and before I know it I've deleted an entire post, complete with links, images, and wav files! So here it comes again...
My world is not complete without music and color. First there's my blog-friend Allison, who is a true artist and whose photographs are so full of color and light that they are sure to delight you! Just look at this page. Next, my friends Pam and Donald McMahon whose harmonies paint pictures that are equally as rich. This one is called New Moon O'er the EnoNewEno.wav You can buy their two CD's at Straight From the Heart
Yeah, here it is on a Thursday morn., 4AM, cruising into daybreak with my blog flag flying.
I received my Library check in the mail today and filled up the 200SX with premium. Kind'a miss the library, miss the students, helping them with info searches. Of course I wasn't really supposed to go that far in helping. I was supposed to direct them to the Reference Librarian upstairs who would then help them with computer searches, etc. and send them back down to me...after once being a college Reference Librarian myself, full service is just a hard habit to break.
:: Tom 10:06 AM [+] ::
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:: Monday, May 17, 2004 ::
Early Monday AM, woke up at 3:00, couldn't get back to sleep so I went to work!, I got a lot done between 3:30 and 6:00, now I have to go back home, pick up Deb, take her to work, then come back to work my self. But I got a lot of physical things done this morning. BTW, my rule for success: Pick the job where you can make the most visible progress in the least amount of time and do that first. This morning I reboxed about 10 ugly smushed brown cardboard cartons into nice, new white record center boxes, neatly stacked and identified. During the reboxing I was able to review the files, decide what could be destroyed and what files should be boxed together. Now all I have to do is list the contents of each box, enter them into a database, mark the cartons with appropriate control nos., and have them picked up. Boom, boom, boom! There, you're a records manager too!
:: Tom 5:00 AM [+] ::
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