Just sitting here with an empty head and morning coffee remembering the teen dances during high school in the 60's. The excitement, the anxiety and newness of it all, topped with a cocktail of 2 parts hormones, one part parents pilfered whiskey, a little dab of Brylcreem and a dash of aftershave.
Fast forward 45 years and now all I can think about is how we ever found a parking space around St. Anne's. OK, BB King may be right..."the thrill is gone" but the memories linger.
Any of you recall these dances and various locations...and yes, I'm sure we've waltzed around this one before but I'm hoping to pony up a new twist without being a jerk.