Trip
A change of scene on a long weekend that seems much longer is wonderful. I left Houston Thursday, a hot, humid 89 degree morning, and in a few hours was driving through snow from Boise to Sun Valley’s 28 degrees. The Swing ‘n Dixie Jazz Jamboree was, as always, delightful. The atmosphere is upbeat, warm and friendly and my kind of music. There were faces familiar from prior visits. Some of the venues have dance floors available. I recognized styles of dancing that date back decades. Some literally shuffled to the dance floor but once there, were surprisingly agile. One man in particular used his cane going to the area and for the first few steps then hung it up and continued “swinging” his partner quite smoothly. One interesting thing I found noticeably different. When last there three years ago I had commented about the number of white-haired and/or bald-headed men dancing with partners who were, by the grace of Clairol, blonde. This year I was struck by the number of women with gray or white hair. I’m still catching up on sleep.
Candace