Canadas at Play: Nightlife in 2000 |
April:
About year ago, we received an invitation to come and square dance at a
club here in Laurinburg. Although neither of us had promenaded or
do-sa-doed since elementary school, we accepted. For the first few weeks,
the caller used to step up to us and drop little bits of square-dance trivia.
"Did you know," he would begin, bypassing any attempt at casual conversation,
"that square dancing burns more calories than water skiing?" I showed
the appropriate amazement. A little later that night or the following
week, he would corner one of us again. "For people in their 80s,"
he would say, "square dancing is the number-one contributor to a healthy
mind." I don't remember the exact facts, but none carried much weight
with me--an exercise fanatic still decades away from retirement.
If Charlie had known me better, he would have said, "You will learn something
new every week."
For someone who loves to learn, that promise would have been the best enticement anyone could have offered, and it would have been true. Since joining the club, we have learned something new--and sometimes four or five new things--at most of the meetings. We still have a long way to go. After all, thanks to Charlie, we know that square dancing has more than 4,000 steps, about 3,998 more than we learned back in elementary school. Still, at least for me, there is something very satisfying about hearing the words "flutter wheel" or "load the boat" and knowing exactly what to do. On top of that, we have made some wonderful new friends and had a lot of fun. We even have attended a few regional dances and performed at a local rest home on Valentine's Day.
Of course, there is a price to education, and we have paid it.
Through my 12 years of public schooling and even my college years, I had
largely avoided it, but eventually my luck ran out. I'm talking,
of course, about hazing, square-dancing's secret sin. On the night
of our graduation, the night when we would earn our green-and-white name
tags, we endured a harrowing initiation ceremony that involved, among other
things, wearing cardboard boxes while we performed the "box circulate"
and going through an entire dance with blindfolds on while a pan of shaving
cream reportedly was in the center of the square. Now we know why
all those octogenarian square dancers are so sharp. They have to
be.