You called me Bones,
You were four years older than me. I was 14 or 15 years old and decided my two older siblings were having too much fun to be eliminated from the excitement of going to Buffalo NY to the bars. These were the days of a mix of Motown music, the Beatles, James Brown, black lights and major dance moves. I was far too young to drink let alone pass for 18 years old to get into the bars. I whined until you let me go, dressed up with lots of makeup and believed I would get in. I did….week after week.
A bunch of us went there, looking forward to it all work week long, planning our outfits and practicing our dance moves and anticipating a fun time. My brother was always looking for new white outfit and he had big white teeth and this was extremely important. The whiter the outfit the more you glowed in the dark! He was a great dancer and started to believe he could dance better than James Brown. He kept his eye on the dance floor for new moves to practice and was proud to show them off. They got to know him and we all thought we were great and could show those Americans that us Canadians knew more than just knowing how to build an igloo. We drank until we ran out of money and drove home but no one could actually remember how we got there. I have fond memories Danny, thank you for tolerating me and allowing me to join the fun. Love you,
Joan xo
