Well, we graduated. We can square dance now. (We actually have another eight weeks of plus level classes) (but who's counting?) It's definitely an old person's thing in West LA at least. The youngest person in our class id probably 55. As we travel doing this stuff, I'm hoping we'll find younger people- like out in the valley or east somewhere. The graduation ceremony was a little like the initiation ceremony for the Boy Scout Troop. Except with the Boy Scout Troop you get blind-folded and the other boys make animal sounds as they walk you in. The guy in black in the middle was / is the caller / teacher. If you're gonna do this, find him. He's probably the best teacher around. The Red Ribbons in Santa Monica is the place to go.
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