How about a laugh, (hopefully)

Dear @samcal9977zz

What you wrote and the video at the end - that was killin’ me…
That man with no shirt and wild hair/beard and his “muscles” and his dancing and doing crazy, oh, crazy.

I was excited and inside my kitchen room, I took off my shirt and wood go out on the back yard, I would start dancing outside… then just before going outside, my belly is bigger that I thought & my skin is white-over-white & my beard is super-short than others and then the lady, who lives the other house, making faces, I think it’s me, putting her nose & her lips looks like she thinks I’m doing the same crazy person…

I’m Crazy, really Super-Crazy Person,
Greg D. @greg1956

PS: That’s me on that photo…

I am pretty sure that everyone has done the full blown, fun freak out at some point.

I am a former stand-up comedian. We are a fully insane lot.

One time I was on stage at a very fancy cafe. In the front row, a woman was eating this huge piece, of this gorgeous chocolate cake. This was 25 years ago. But in today's dollars, I think that would have been a $15 slice of cake.

And I realized that I could leave the stage, go down there, sit at her table and eat her chocolate cake, as part of the act....though the real motivation was just to eat the cake.

And I did it.

And I got a huge applause for doing it.

I never had that coordination between the emotion of music and dancing. In other words, I am a terrible, terrible dancer. But I always wished I could. Must feel very freeing. I remember some line from a Marty Balin song where he said something like ...he just felt like dancing. And I remember that he actually had been a professional dancer. Must feel great to have that facility.

Maybe in another life...

“Before I got married, I had six theories about bringing up children;
now I have six children and no theories.”

“Before I got married, I had six theories about bringing up children;
now I have six children and no theories.”

I am pretty sure that everyone has done the full blown, fun freak out at some point.

I am a former stand-up comedian. We are a fully insane lot.

One time I was on stage at a very fancy cafe. In the front row, a woman was eating this huge piece, of this gorgeous chocolate cake. This was 25 years ago. But in today's dollars, I think that would have been a $15 slice of cake.

And I realized that I could leave the stage, go down there, sit at her table and eat her chocolate cake, as part of the act....though the real motivation was just to eat the cake.

And I did it.

And I got a huge applause for doing it.

I never had that coordination between the emotion of music and dancing. In other words, I am a terrible, terrible dancer. But I always wished I could. Must feel very freeing. I remember some line from a Marty Balin song where he said something like ...he just felt like dancing. And I remember that he actually had been a professional dancer. Must feel great to have that facility.

Maybe in another life...