in lieu of dry

Pouring down San Diego rains preclude the morning walk. What’s a kid to do?

Begin dancing – fool! So’s I did. There’s me, gray light through the window, lit-less room, swaying, praying, just saying. Sashaying on the carpet to Major Lance’s “Monkey Time”; “Sneakin’ Sally Through the Alley” with Robert Palmer; and the Beach Boys crazily soulful cover of Stevie Wonder’s “I Was Made to Love Her.”

With me in the room, a couple of girls – Mercedes and Lily. Holding off on a lady’s choice. Grooving with the morning.

Takes every kind of people.