|WE FINISHED THEM OFF IN ONE SITTING... JUST AS DALE WOULD HAVE DONE.|
|1954: LOOK AT MY EYES! MY REACTION TO THOSE CUSTOM FABRICS, PERHAPS?|
OR MAYBE JUST MY SHOCK AT MISPLACING MY FEET.
Speaking of misplaced feet: Once Dale hit her teens, she began to train me in some basic social skills. For about a week before any party — wedding, bar mitzvah, school event — she'd drag me into her room every night, turn on her record player, and [try to] teach me to dance. The results weren't exceptional but the lessons were a joy.
Dale taught me dancing in a hurry...