Because those snapshots make me happy. They bring carefree days back to mind. And I could use a "tira mi sù" now (the real kind; not the dessert).
Tralalalalalalala.
Tinley Park, Illinois, 1962. I spin out during a picnic in my Godfather's backyard. That's him, shirtless and in shorts, sitting behind me.
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You were always a wonderful dancer, from childhood to our ballroom days to our folk dancing tour. Next stop for us -- salsa lessons!
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