My Roots are Showing: Bad Dance Moves Revive Memories
Posted: October 11, 2012 at 5:15 a.m.
This past weekend was my 20-year high school class reunion. As semi-familiar faces strolled into the ballroom of our hometown’s Holiday Inn, you could hear low whispers of “Do we know him?” or “For heaven’s sake, that can’t be her!” from nearby tables. Then someone would jump up and throw her arms around this one or that, utterly thrilled to recognize old classmates from years past.
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