The Siver Fox

Last night on a random walk through a small town art fair - we happened upon a "classic" Swing / Jazz Band, playing at an outdoor restaurant patio.  The music was so infectious, that two couples jumped up and had a go at a dance they had obviously done for years.  I immediately was transported back in time - when my mom and dad would have been the first to get up and dance, and could draw a crowd from anywhere.  My Dad was nicknamed " the silver fox" for his smooth moves on the dance floor - and I could almost hear him shout out his famous "hut!" as he would twirl my mom and they would smile the whole time.  Made me wish - I could see him dance just once more - but memories are a precious gift!