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|One of the DR's favorite past times|
“The mid life crisis was passed mucho year-o ago. Now it is the on-going reality that all that was said of life in the ‘70s is true. After trying to listen to five different conversations and decipher the inane music on the satellite tv, I departed with cigar in mouth seeking culture other than American bar head- games and worn out stories of times no longer relevant. Sure enough I found it on the village green, in the center of which was a bandstand, clustered with local music makers - a real, live band that actually played Latin music! People got up and danced the Samba and Meringue, and danced till the sweat dropped from their brows. Young, old, even teens with hip hair doos. Such fever - I was so impressed and excited I called out with joy, “come on guys lets join in…they will love it!” So we did and most everyone got a great laugh at Nancy and I attempting to emulate the locals, who had all the moves, and I had none. At least Nancy was smooth. Me? I was somewhat like Ellen on the Jerry Seinfeld show.