CLOG DANCING

Thanksgiving at my house always means clog dancing — clog dancing from dawn to dusk and on into the middle watches of the night.

Here’s some footage from last year’s shindy (via Laura Leivick) — expecting an even wilder time this year.

5 thoughts on “CLOG DANCING”

Laura Leivick on November 27, 2014 at 08:59 said:

I’m ironing by blouse, then I’ll shine my shoes, comb my hair and come over. Love, Laura
- Lloydville on November 27, 2014 at 15:32 said:
  
  I hope I have time to comb my hair this year — it was a tangle last year and caused quite a scandal.
David Babikow on November 28, 2014 at 06:53 said:

Ask your doctor if your heart is healthy enough for clog dancing.
- Lloydville on November 28, 2014 at 21:47 said:
  
  My doctor says my mind is not healthy enough for clog dancing. It does make me feel unaccountably bewildered.
Laura Leivick on November 28, 2014 at 09:24 said:

Party this year was so great. Still drunk. Dancing gives me the thrill of living, how can that hurt a person? My heart ached only because Sallie died last Friday and wasn’t there making wisecracks. Lloyd was in good form, we had his Aunt Melinda’s sour cherry pie together, two pieces each. I stayed up past the dawn with Jack, I like the cool way he looks at me. He made real cowboy coffee, the kind that takes the enamel right off your teeth. More next year! More!

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