Greetings again, members of my audience who are present today. This morning I got a call on my cellular phone from my old buddy Bill. He was calling to tell me that he had read in the obituaries that a woman he thought I would remember, Clara or Cleo I think he said her name was, had died. I told him that I didn’t know who that was. Billy said that she went to the same school as us but had graduated a few years before we did. I told him that I definitely did not know her. He said the funeral is on Thursday, and he’s going.
We got to talking about the summer we went up to Prince Edward Island and had ourselves a real ball. Now that’s up in the Canadian Maritimes off the coast of Nova Scotia, and it was the summer of 1956. I remember it distinctly because that was the year when the rock and roll waltz was all the rage. Everywhere you turned, people were doing the rock and roll waltz. One, two, and then rock; one, two, and then roll. That’s how you do it. Billy and I practiced that waltz for days on end in our hotel room just so we could go dancing at the ballroom there and meet the young ladies! It was quite the place to be.
I haven’t been back to Prince Edward Island in years, but from what I hear, it was good until they opened that bridge to the mainland, which let the riffraff in. And once that Guernseybeat music (or whatever they called it) from England came in, most of the young people started dancing to that instead of the rock and roll waltz.
Until next time!