Dancing, the art and work of it, is demonstrably worth it, especially in retrospect. The contrast between you creating an improve-your-split rig and the inventory in your parents’ garage makes my heart ache a little. We can’t begrudge folks figuring out how to make a living and wanting to make art (including the pudgy young dance you partnered). Amway was in my family too. My mother bought cleaning products from Uncle Turkey, so named by our blunt Amish relatives because of his unfortunate nose. Thank you for this piece. And it’s never too late to make art.
Thank you, Jennifer. The parallel you draw between my torture rig and my parents' garage is perceptive and apt. That hadn't struck me. And your last line is so true!
Dancing, the art and work of it, is demonstrably worth it, especially in retrospect. The contrast between you creating an improve-your-split rig and the inventory in your parents’ garage makes my heart ache a little. We can’t begrudge folks figuring out how to make a living and wanting to make art (including the pudgy young dance you partnered). Amway was in my family too. My mother bought cleaning products from Uncle Turkey, so named by our blunt Amish relatives because of his unfortunate nose. Thank you for this piece. And it’s never too late to make art.
Thank you, Jennifer. The parallel you draw between my torture rig and my parents' garage is perceptive and apt. That hadn't struck me. And your last line is so true!