just as I was thinking about posting a tender story about how patiently my Dad tried to teach me to waltz when I was a young girl up pops Jerry's reference to waltzing with bears.

I've just finished a show with my grade one class (6&7year olds) in which they all learned to waltz (with a partner of the opposite sex- eeeuuuu) and actually enjoyed themselves. Imagine if you will ten couples moving gracefully about the floor - boys dressed in old cloth fedoras and their fathers' suit jackets...girls as various species of bears with flouncy skirts...all singing at the top of their lungs and smiling their faces off...ah the romance.

Dancing as a co-operative endeavour seems to have fallen by the wayside somehow...it all seems to be a competition of some sort...much to my sorrow and the detriment of the human race.

No Tango Tonight - waltz time in C

"Drawn by the music we drift to the dance.
Footwork cuts patterns in time.
Eyes tightly shut to the swirl of the crowd.
I'll open yours and you mine.
I'll open yours and you mine.

As we sway in this waltz, carefully counting each step
We think on the canvas we paint.
Brushstrokes of harmony, palette of tears
Draws a bittersweet, tender restraint,
A bittersweet tender restraint,

And it's one two three; one two three
one two three; one two three...no tango tonight.
it's one two three; one two three
one two three; one two three...no tango tonight."

There's more but I have to go to work now.

j