Skeet’s

I went with my friend on the 1st to this place called “Skeet’s.”  When people started to show up, we were kind of sitting on some stools at the edge of the dance floor, people watching.  At one point, the man with the beard, who had been sitting at a table, slid across the floor James Brown style and started into the best dancing we would see that night. I think watching him may have helped my soul.  Yep.  Age ain’t nothin’ but a number.

Oh, and he looked a lot like my sixth grade teacher.  I think there’s a pretty good chance he might be my sixth grade teacher.  If my mom’s newspaper monitoring is correct, he’s principal somewhere now.

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