Dancing School

My wife was amazed to learn that I went to dancing school for five years when I was growing up in Buffalo New York. We were required to wear white gloves so as "Not to soil the young ladies' party dresses." In some ways it was torture, but maybe that helped prepare us for real life as much as the manners instruction that was part of every class. Also, Mrs. Driscoll hired a great combo to play the music, dressed in tuxedos ... all the great jazz tunes like "Take the A Train" and "Satin Doll" are etched somewhere in my unconscious. I was reminded of dancing school when I heard the Wang Chung song Dance Hall Days recently.