I wrote this story as commemoration of my first time slow dancing with one of my peers. It happened fifty years ago this month. As I mention ahead of time, most of the names have been changed to protect the innocent… many of the events haven’t (including flaming arrows and protruding tissue). The narration is a bit long this week – about 35 minutes.

Next week, the beginning of a project currently under construction. My son was taken with the opening chapter… maybe you’ll agree when you meet Dorothy Dandridge and a few other people you may know from Magnolia, Ohio in Mystery at the Library.

Until next week…