Never Too Late: Remember the Jitterbug?

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05/29/2010

Never Too Late: Remember the Jitterbug?

My old man did some time in Germany, back during the Korean War. For a boy who was born in Louise, Texas and raised a little bit there, a little bit in Cajun country, and a little bit in the big city, the Germany experience wound up making a lifelong impact. A lot of what I get from him for this blog is by way of my being accidentally added to his Air Force buddy-list.

Since I'm currently still in the throes of rattler battlin' and drivin around swollen river branches (not really, Daddy! I'm okay!), I thought y'all might like a little weekend morning entertainment from Dave Morris. This video and note are from an email he sent around more than a year ago (and Daddy, I can just see you dancin like this...):

Man, I'm formulated now. Take a look at this beautiful piece of entertainment of the dance. If you be a little down, this should up your drooping mind to the Nth. Mein Gott Im Hemmill! Tremendous!

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