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...going with the flow. |
I took a trip to the beach on a spring getaway and spread a blanket on the sand to relax in the sun. While a Carolina band played beach music on the pavilion, a lovely lassie parked her blanket next to mine, and we started to talk. Soon the crowd began to gently sway, as couples did the shag in the sand. When the strains of “Under the Boardwalk” drifted our way, my young neighbor took me by the hand and said, “Let’s dance!” I balked at first, saying, “I don’t know how.” She smiled and persisted with, “Just go with the flow, like Elvis does.” Swaying her hips to the syncopated rhythm, she soon had me shaking my pelvis to the pulsing beat. People started to gawk, but we were in a world of our own, oblivious to the scrutiny of peering eyes, all through our day of fun in the sun. ************************************************************** |