Friday, March 31, 2006


Sunday, as we marched down Martin Luther King, we suddenly emerged beyond the houses closely lining the street and into the open ground of new construction. The dancers, unencumbered by the crowd, went wild, letting loose with their biggest moves, working up a crazed sweat on the warm March afternoon.

Note: The guy in the background danced the route carrying two bottles of wine which he vigorously shook the whole way.

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