Frontier Squares’ Trail Through Dance was a big bash, with over 100 dancers and many visitors from at least seven other Clubs. Andy Allemao and Jack Pladdys called a super square dance with Stuart guiding Round Dancers
THE TRAIL I see ye weary trav’ler; Come in from the heat. Ye must be so tired With sores on yer feet. Ye’ve climbed up the mountains; O’er rivers ye’ve crossed. Ye’ve traversed the highways By yer wives ye’ve been bossed. This National Dance Is hardly for sissies. It takes plenty of grit Fer both lads and their missies. Ye’ve passed Target and Wal-Mart And the church with the steeple, Tattoo parlors, ice cream parlors And some real friendly people. But the road’s gettin’ long; Yer thinkin’ “Aren’t we there yet?” Well, just take a deep breath Here’s a place ye can set. Get a cool drink o’ water; Look around and find friends. Ye’re never with strangers: The trail never ends. This Trail’s called square dancing; It keeps winding on. So, go where it leads you; You’ll never go wrong.
—- Jo Bond, 2010
Miniature stagecoach for the Finger Food table
Andy Allemao and his wife, Tammy, trippin’ on the Round Dance floor.
Dad does “double duty” call’ and carein’.
Another Masterpiece from our own resident poet, Jo Bond.