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MYSTERY OF THE
TEXAS TWOSTEP
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED
NINE:
SILVER LINING
Written by Rick
Archer
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LIMBO MONTH THIRTY TWO
FEBRUARY
1982
A DIFFERENT
PERSPECTIVE ON LIMBO
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Jann's departure
in February left two gaping holes in my life. To
begin with, I lost my best friend. Ever since Crazy Jane's
departure at the end of April a year ago, Jann had been my late-night
drinking buddy. We spent many a night chatting at the
club after everyone had gone home. I sorely missed her company.
I also lost my Social Director, the lady who made the
beehive buzz.
Now that Limbo
had cost me yet another friend, my captivity was driving me
to madness. My studio had reached
its highest pinnacle of success to date, but I was feeling
melancholy. Yes, I was happy for the studio, but
my personal life was abysmal. Since I had no idea when Victoria would decide it was safe
to set me free, this constant waiting without a deadline was
agonizing. I was well aware the Reunion Tour could very easily
crumble. That was my biggest fear. The vicious argument
with Michael over Victoria's decision to continue teaching had been a close
call. Now I was on pins and needles with worry about another blowup. My lack of control over the Peace Process weighed
heavily on my
mind. Despite my choirboy behavior, the Reunion Tour could still fail.
When it came to Victoria, there were no guarantees.
The thought that all this waiting and good behavior could go for naught
was a constant nightmare.
Making
matters more difficult, enticing women descended upon me from every direction. I had not
realized it till now, but Jann's frequent presence at my
side had acted as a deterrent. No woman wanted to
flirt with my bodyguard seated next to me.
However, now that Victoria and Jann were out of sight, the
coast was clear. Any girl could approach with
impunity. When we danced, pretty girls made
their intentions clear. Come up and see me sometime. Considering I had been celibate since last
summer, these discrete invitations were akin to throwing a lighted
match on dry paper. Needless to say, I was
climbing the walls.
Here was the
hard part.
Some of the things Jann said had made me feel downright foolish to remain
loyal to Victoria. To begin
with, we both agreed Victoria was totally off base to insist
I hang around. Here she was living with her husband
while expecting me to stick around as her spare tire
boyfriend. How ridiculous was that?
And then there was my belief in Karma. I could still
hear her words.
"Rick,
even if there is such a thing as Karma, how do you know
that your Karma forbids you from seeking a girlfriend?"
Good
point. Thanks to the doubt Jann had sowed, I was in constant turmoil
over my stubborn decision to remain
loyal to
Victoria. My abstinence problem was totally self-inflicted.
Here
I was burning with desire, surrounded
by nightly temptation, yet forced
by my own decision to remain hands off. During our talk about Free Will,
Jann said I
had no way of knowing if these were 'The
Final Days' of Limbo. Given Victoria's history of indecision, I
could be in this same fix a year from now. Maybe two years.
At the moment the end appeared to be in sight. After
all, they were living together. However, one nasty argument was all it would take
to derail the Grand
Experiment.
Sad to say,
about the same time Jann left, so did the Winchester.
It had gone out of business due to mismanagement.
Sometimes it pays to try being nice to customers.
Hmm. Now that's an original thought. At any
rate, we didn't miss the Winchester. It
had served its purpose as catalyst for our tight-knit
dance community. All we did was shift our loyalty to
Texas and Dallas,
two Western clubs that were within walking distance of each
other. Both clubs had large dance floors and played
the music we preferred. In addition, we were met by
friendly young men and ladies who worked at the front
door. They never failed to greet us warmly when we arrived. The change in
attitude was a welcome breath of fresh air after the
recurring hostility of the Winchester
management and clientele. With Texas and Dallas serving just
fine as our new hang-outs, the days of Beer Bust Night and
Big Bubba faded into memory. And so did Graduation
Night. Oh well. It was fun while it lasted.
But it was not really needed anymore. As long I
continued to take my students with me to the dance clubs
every night, Rodeo Romance continued to flourish.
One
night I was at Texas in a foul mood.
Now that Jann had
turned her back on me, my crutch was gone. There was
no one to cheer me up.
My loneliness was so acute that my
vaunted self-discipline regarding women was at its lowest point ever.
Jann had failed to persuade me to
end Limbo, but she had come close. At
the moment,
the uncertainty regarding my prolonged abstinence was eating
me alive.
Her arguments
about rationalization and self-deception had definitely worn me down.
Maybe it was true I had only one life to live. After
all, that's what it says in the Bible. If so, I had to be the
biggest chump on earth to keep these women at arm's length. As a parade of pretty girls sauntered past, each one
smiling, each one waving, each one asking me to dance, my
loneliness was more unbearable than ever before. I
thought about Liz all the time. I still could not believe
I had passed out just when the girl of my dreams had shown
interest in me. I
was so desperate, I told myself the next girl to make a strong move could
have me. Fed up with
my
Limbo
status,
I was easy
pickings.
She did not even need to be sexy. If
she was single and had most of her teeth, close enough.
I had been popular back in the days
of Pistachio, Cowboy and Winchester, but not like this.
One night my friend Chuck Clayton compared me
to Elvis. He was only half-joking. Chuck
complained that every woman who came over to speak to us was
more interested in me than him. The moment I appeared
at a club, I was besieged with women begging for a
dance.
It seemed like
every smile tonight got under
my skin. Finally I couldn't take it anymore. In
frustration, I retreated to a corner to
hide from all the attention. It was not
easy watching everyone but me fall in love on a nightly
basis. It was maddening to know I was the reason these people
had the chance to find each other, but I didn't get to play. Although I
was happy for them, what about me? When will it be my turn?
To tell the
truth, after
these long years of captivity, my bitterness was off the
charts.
The irony was overwhelming. I could not get over the fact that I
began taking dance lessons in 1974 as a
surefire way to meet women. Having
established the indisputable connection between Slow Dance
and Romance, I took it for granted that if I could ever
escape Limbo, I would never lack for the
company of women again. But when would my freedom
come? Considering my Dance Project
had exceeded my wildest dreams, here I
was eight years down the road and I still had no one. I understood the concept of 'Delayed
Gratification', but enough was enough.
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As I sat there
in the corner
feeling sorry for myself,
I noticed how much fun everyone was having out
on the dance floor. Struck by the camaraderie, I had an interesting thought.
What if all this amazing energy I saw swirling before
me on the dance floor was the ultimate goal of Limbo?
It
crossed my mind that creating this romantic playground was
exactly what I was meant to do all along. With that realization, my attitude improved on the spot.
Considering the Cosmos had moved two mountains to place me
in this leadership position, was it really asking too much
for me to say thank you?
I had always
seen Limbo as a punishment of sorts for having
the Affair. Consequently it had never occurred to me
there might be a positive slant to this. Perhaps I
had been placed in this weird life space so I could provide
a valuable service.
This was a
completely different way of looking at things. Perhaps my unusual
Limbo period of captivity was all part of
the Plan. Mind you, I did not
appreciate being held captive one bit.
However, if the Universe wanted to find a way to make me
more effective during the formative period of my studio, there
could be no denying my
constant
tether to Victoria had worked to perfection. Devious,
yes, but wildly effective. SSQQ was a supernova thanks
to my loneliness.
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If my time
with Patricia and Victoria had taught me anything at
all, girlfriends are uncomfortable when their
honey-bunny dances with every woman in sight,
especially if this included attractive women they did not
trust.
Any time Patricia or Victoria was around, under their
withering stare I danced a
whole lot less than I did when I was there by myself.
When it came to Patricia and Victoria, the frowns, the
sighs of frustration, crossed arms, dirty looks and
sarcastic remarks greatly reduced my
participation with the lady students. Which is a shame because over time
I had noticed the more often I danced, the more often everyone
else danced as well. Therefore I could see how my ridiculous
Limbo situation had contributed directly to
the success of the studio. Lonely man cries for
love, but has none. And yet at the same time, my
sacrifice had sent my Magic Carpet Ride soaring high
above the clouds.
There was
another benefit to my isolation. Despite my status
as Sun King, for
two years I had been
unable to pursue the attractive women who orbited around
me. Since Victoria ignored me most of the time, that
left Elvis with
nothing to do at night.
After class, I
would dance as a way to postpone returning to my dark home.
Along the way, these years of non-stop dancing had
created a transformation in my personality.
Considering my difficult past as an awkward loner,
much of my shyness had vanished. Lo and behold, I
was developing an outgoing personality. Strangers
no longer intimidated me. My inability to make
small talk was gone. Thanks to two solid
years of nightly practice, I could talk to anyone about
anything. As for the orbiting women, I couldn't
get rid of them and I couldn't touch them, so out of
necessity I learned how to become friends with them
instead.
I would tease, I would flirt, I would compliment, I would
ask her about her job, find out if she
had children, where she grew up, how her boss treated
her, what the studio needed to do to improve and so on. I talked
to students all night long when I
wasn't dancing. And I usually talked to my partner when I danced.
This kind of behavior had not been present during the
Disco Era. Indeed, I was almost startled by the
extent of my new-found confidence. Yet again I
raised an eyebrow. As much as I hated my
captivity, I could not help but appreciate the personal benefit
gained from nightly practice at dealing with people.
During
this important two year stretch, my presence always
stimulated the dancing. Although I was not solitary by choice nor
was I remotely happy about it, I had to admit my prolonged
isolation dramatically enhanced my
role as Leader of this community.
It was
strange to believe it was my Karma to stay above the fray,
but the results were indisputable.
In order to avoid going mad from loneliness, I had no
choice but to go dancing after class four, five nights
out of seven. If I was fortunate to have a girlfriend to go home to,
there is no way I would have spent this much time in the
dance clubs.
That
is why I began to wonder if my odd Limbo
situation was a Fated Event. I could see how staying free of
romantic attachments made me an unusually effective
leader. Even the
pestering worked to perfection. The easiet way to
avoid goo-goo eyes was to ask one lady after another to dance.
By staying busy on the floor, I
was able to sidestep any
particular girl who was trying to get close. Meanwhile,
as the Leader, I set the tone. The
more I danced, the more my friends danced. Was this the point of Limbo all along?
If it was my Mission to run the studio, what better way
to make me effective?
Yes, my loneliness was a bitter burden to bear,
but I had to admit there was a Silver Lining. If this
ridiculous waiting period was part of the Master Plan, then give the Cosmic Architect a lot
of credit. It struck me that maybe I should add Limbo
Captivity
as another key piece in the
Synchronicity which had
created
this amazing dance studio.
That said, I was
ready to shed the mantle of constant loneliness. The
studio was established now and so was the Dance Community. Now that Limbo had done
its job, maybe the Universe would consider setting me free so I could put a swift end to my Epic Losing Streak.
On the other hand, if running a dance studio is what God wanted
me to do, then maybe I should stop crying in my beer and do
my job. Feeling a bit guilty for my pity party, I got up and asked the
nearest girl to dance. She smiled and offered her
hand, so out to the floor we went. Slow slow quick
quick. As jobs go, dancing with all these girls was really
tough, but if someone had to do it, I was glad it was me. With that
comforting thought, a smile crossed my face. I
loved running my dance studio.
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LIMBO MONTH THIRTY Three
MARCH
1982
FEELING ABANDONED
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Charlotte's Web
is a classic children's novel by E. B. White published in
1952. It told the story of a frightened little pig
named Wilbur and his friendship with a barn spider named
Charlotte.
Wilbur was
afraid he was doomed to be carved up for breakfast.
Taking pity, Charlotte decides to befriend the pig.
After a great deal of thought, Charlotte spells the words 'SOME
PIG!' in the middle of her web. Claiming the
message is a miracle, farmer Zuckerman tells the local
minster. The news spreads, and people from all over the
county come to see Wilbur.
By continuing to spin messages in her web, Charlotte
convinced the farmer that he owned a special and unique pig,
thereby saving the pig's life.
The end of the book contained a real tear-jerker.
Charlotte passed away as part of the cycle of life. Fortunately Charlotte left behind a nest of
eggs. In the spring, Wilbur was delighted to meet
a baby spider named Nellie who soon became his new best friend.
So what exactly
does Charlotte's Web have to do with dancing?
The loss of Jann Fonteno hit hard. She was my 'Charlotte'.
Her disappearance forced me to learn another lesson the hard
way. I had gotten far too attached to her. The
beauty of the studio is that it allowed people to form close
friendships over time. However, when that friendship
includes attractive people of the opposite sex, their
friendship frequently turns to love. That's the risk
people take.
Was I in love
with Jann? No. But if I had allowed things to
develop as they should have, I could see it happening.
Not only did I lose out on a potential love affair, I lost
the one person I counted on to deal with a growing
problem... the loss of many of my other close friends.
Indeed, an unusual number of the Nifty Fifty were
disappearing in droves. Why? A
downturn in the economy and an upturn in serious relationships.
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Houston is the
oil capital of the USA. Unfortunately, Houston's
economy began a major downturn in 1982 when the oil boom of
the late 1970s and early 1980s turned to bust.
For example,
Jann's friend Debbie Oswald disappeared. Where did she
go? Cincinnati for a job. Debbie's friend John
Cowen disappeared. Where did he go? Seattle for
a job. Chuck Clayton disappeared. Where did he
go? Arizona for a job. Craig Mason
disappeared. Where did he go? Austin for a job.
As if that
wasn't bad enough, SSQQ's ability to create romance
backfired on me. Rilla Ryan moved to Austin.
Why? Because her boyfriend moved there. Nor did
it stop there. What about John Varvaro, my bridge
partner? He left the studio when he met Liz Bashaw.
Stan Clark was a close friend
who sold me the exquisite sound system I used at the
Halloween Party. Stan disappeared, taking Pam Silverblatt with him. Where did Stan and Pam go?
Once they fell in love, dancing took a back seat in their
lives. Stan and Pam were not alone. Lots of
people disappeared for the same reason.
I was
distraught. It is one thing for a Third Grade teacher
to bemoan the loss of her favorite students. But I
took it much harder. These people were not just my
students, they had become my close friends through countless
nights of dancing. I had been to their homes for many
nights of Labeling Parties. I had played volleyball
with them, charades, trivial pursuits, jigsaw puzzles.
My whole life was wrapped around these people and every loss
hit much harder than it should have.
Why?
Because I had no support system at home. Victoria was
no use, it was all about her. So I depended on Jann.
However, now that she was gone, I had no one left to talk to
on a personal basis. It was a really tough break to lose her.
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1982 was
quickly becoming the year I learned a hard lesson:
People come and people go. And that included
people who were very important to me. Say to say,
I had invested far too much of my heart in these
people. Losing them hurt like hell.
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LIMBO MONTH THIRTY Three
MARCH
1982
V-ANNA
BANANA
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Fortunately,
the Universe could tell I was hurting because it
sent me a new friend. At
my lowest moment a lady
named V-Ann Noblitt appeared to
take Jann's place.
I never got around to telling
V-Ann that I considered her a gift from Heaven, but that's pretty much the way I felt about her. V-Ann
was my new 'Charlotte'. We became so close I
considered her a soul mate. I had never met a more special woman.
V-Ann made me smile and laugh. V-Ann was one of those
people who are known as a 'giver'. V-Ann's warmth radiated
every room. She lit up the night wherever she went.
I might add that
V-Ann
did my self-esteem a world of good. Not
a day passed without V-Ann giving me a compliment of some
sort. For example, she loved to tease me about all the
women I was fending off at the studio.
"Oh, Ricky, look
at you go to town. You are such a Rock Star!"
What did I ever
do to deserve a friend like V-Ann?
I
loved V-Ann from the moment we met. She was like my
sister. I never met a
kinder, sweeter woman in all my life. If I had
a choice of one woman on the planet to be my best friend, I would
have picked V-Ann.
Naturally
I was curious about her hyphenated name. I tried as hard as I could, but V-Ann
refused to let me pry her real name out of her.
Her husband Bob was also a good friend. Eventually I gave up
trying to get V-Ann to fess up, so I asked Bob to give it to
me instead.
"Her name is Vahiba.
The name is part of her Lebanese heritage. She hates
that name, so don't ever let her know I told you and
please don't spread it around."
I
met V-Ann at the studio when she and Bob came to the studio to take Swing lessons.
One night I learned V-Ann and Bob lived just down
the street from me in the Heights. Once she realized
we were neighbors, V-Ann would give me a call during the day
and invite me over for coffee.
As I got to know her, I discovered she had the most amazing
gift of kindness. One day
on the spur of the moment, I asked V-Ann to come work for me as
my paid social director. It was the smartest thing I
ever did. Her cheerful
presence made Limbo so much easier to bear.
Not only did my loneliness disappear, the studio's social
program never
missed a beat when Jann left.
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Out of respect for her name sensitivity, I called her 'V-Anna
Banana'. One day
V-Ann asked me about her nickname.
"Why do you
call me
V-Anna Banana instead of
V-Ann?"
"Because it rhymes with Banana, my favorite fruit."
"Give me a better
reason."
"Because you're swervy-curvy like a banana."
"You know
that's not true. I don't believe
a word you say."
"Because bananas make me happy and so do you."
"Okay, that's
better, but more likely because it rhymes with V-Anna."
I grinned.
"How did you guess? If you prefer, I'll call you
Savannah Banana."
"Oh no, I
prefer V-Anna Banana."
Unfortunately, V-Ann got revenge by using her wicked sense of humor
on me. Which was okay because I deserved it. Due
to her good nature, I picked on her way too much.
V-Ann retaliated with nicknames of her own. Lots of them.
Sometimes it was 'Leader of the Pack'.
Sometimes it was 'Johnny Angel'. It did not take long for V-Ann to pick up on my weird
avoidance behavior around women. She could see me
drooling, so why didn't I take action? However V-Ann did not pry. Instead she teased me at
every opportunity.
"Oh, Johnny
Angel, you're such a rock star! The girls love you so much!
Can't you see they are in pain?
Don't be such a heartbreaker. When you will ever stop tormenting them and let one
of them
catch you? It would be so good for gossip and studio
morale. Besides, personally speaking, it would be
reassuring to see you confirm your masculinity for a
change."
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Ouch!!
V-Ann did not stop there. Her favorite
dig
was based on a song called 'Hey, Micky' by Toni
Basil. She liked calling me 'Hey, Ricky'
because she knew it irritated me. V-Ann used
it as her secret weapon. Whenever she thought
my ego was getting too big, V-Ann would use a line from the song:
"Hey, Micky, you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my
mind, hey, Micky!"
V-Ann would walk
by when I was talking to someone at the club... usually a
woman... and whisper, "Oh, Ricky,
you're so fine you blow my mind!" Whoever I was
talking to would immediately grin and I
would get rattled. Not once did V-Ann break stride, so
how was I supposed to retaliate? As one can see, I had
met my match. V-Ann could give as well as
take.
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V-Ann's best friend at the studio was Judy Price, my popular
western dance teacher. They had so much fun together
it was ridiculous. Both women had a terrific sense of
humor. Teasing and gossiping, they kept each other in
stitches. Judy and V-Ann were quite the power couple.
I always knew by the laughter
where they were. Unfortunately, sometimes they would
gang up on me. I never had a chance. They kept
me humble.
When V-Ann wasn't busy being a pain in the ass, she was the
most phenomenal hostess I ever met.
Now that Jann was gone, the studio needed a new Mom, someone
with a big heart. I knew the instant I met V-Ann that
she would be perfect for the role of Social Director. Now
that the studio had grown, my income was such that I
could afford to hire V-Ann part-time. She answered the studio phone
four hours during the day and acted as the
studio's social director at the dance club a couple evenings a week.
V-Ann was born for the role. She was everything I
wasn't, a natural people person.
Unlike me, V-Ann liked the telephone. She loved being
paid to
talk to people.
She had a feature known as 'Call Waiting'. This
allowed her talk as long as she wanted with a friend from the
studio, but disengage whenever someone called
for information. Like her predecessor Jann, V-Ann loved to chat. V-Ann was the consummate salesman. She was
so much better than
me. Ordinarily I would sell someone on the value
of dance lessons, but V-Ann had a better idea.
She sold people on the value of the social program.
She used a clever slogan. "Any boy who can dance has a chance!"
If someone called up about dance classes, V-Ann had a
well-rehearsed sales pitch.
"Hey, I have an idea. Why don't you come over to
Texas
tonight and check us out? I'm going to be there,
so come find me. I will do my best to make you feel welcome!"
V-Ann knew if she could get the newcomer to show up at the
club, she could close the deal. The moment she saw a
stranger, she assumed it was probably the man or woman she
had spoken to on the phone. V-Ann would walk up and
inundate the guest with affection.
"How ya
doin'? Thanks for coming! It is so great to meet
you!"
After greeting
the newcomer, V-Ann would invariably say something silly to
put them at ease.
"Gosh, you are
so much better looking than you sounded on the phone!"
Or "What a cute dress. Just wait till the boys
meet you!"
The Big
Hello
did not stop there.
V-Ann had a surprise waiting for them. She had a
secret Welcoming Committee. They were V-Ann's
co-conspirators, friends who shared her gift for greeting. The members of the Welcoming Committee would vary throughout the night.
After dancing for a while, they would come over to chit-chat.
When a newcomer showed up, V-Ann would make the initial
contact. Since V-Ann had spoken to the newcomer on the
phone earlier in the day, she picked up right where they
left off.
The next thing the newcomer knew,
V-Ann would
introduce him or her to several SSQQ students in the
vicinity. Mind you, there were ALWAYS several students hanging
around V-Ann. Why? Because they wanted to be the
first to meet the newcomers and V-Ann held the key to
their Love Life. So here is how it worked. When
someone new showed up, V-Ann would say hello. Once a
rapport was established, V-Ann would pick someone the 'Committee'
and drag them to the guest. If V-Ann saw the newcomer
smile, then came the big surprise. V-Ann would
casually
make a suggestion.
"Gosh,
Jeff, why don't you ask Maria to dance??"
Or she would
call an experienced lady over, someone like Judy Price, and
work the same shtick in
reverse.
"Gosh,
Judy, why don't you ask Jonathan to dance??"
Of course the newcomer would protest and be afraid, but the
nearby Welcoming Committee spectators would not take 'No' for an
answer. Thanks to peer pressure from V-Ann and the
cohorts who were in on the scheme, sooner or later the newcomer would
give in.
Invariably we would all grin as the beleaguered newcomer
reluctantly went out there under protest. They would scream,
"But I don't know what I'm doing!!!"
There were usually three or four newcomers on any given
evening who succumbed to V-Ann's infectious charm.
These newcomers never caught
on that the nice people hanging around with V-Ann were part
of her secret cabal.
Thanks to lots
of encouragement and coaching from their kind mentor, by
the end of the song the guest would be in love with
dancing, in love with SSQQ, and VERY INTERESTED in the man
or woman who volunteered to be their dance partner. V-Ann had a real knack for putting the
right person with each newcomer. That was just who
she was.
What a great way to break the ice!
The whole set-up was brilliant. It was so smooth that newcomers
quickly felt at ease. Not once did they realize
something sneaky was going on. V-Ann's friends were happy to
volunteer their time. First of all, our students liked
to
help the Dance Community grow. Second, there were
enough 'Love at First Dance' stories to make the
mentors realize
being nice to newcomers was an enlightened form of self-interest.
V-Ann had such a reputation for matchmaking that every night
several men and women made sure to let her know they were available for escort duty.
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I
could tell that
V-Ann's husband Bob adored her. Bob was a bit on the
shy side, so it was a case of 'opposites attract'. Bob and V-Ann teased each other all the time.
For example, it would be V-Ann's night to greet people at
the dance club. Sometimes Bob joined her, sometimes he
didn't. If Bob decided to stay home, I would come over
to give V-Ann a ride. I would crack up at
some of the things I overheard. V-Ann would say, "Bye bye,
Bobby, it's time for me to see my boyfriends and get my
hugs. Don't be jealous!"
Bob would just roll his eyes. There was complete trust
between them. Bob once confided something very
touching about his sweet wife.
"As long as I have
known Vee, she has been a loving, outgoing, generous
person who always seems to be helping others. She
will never tell you this, but she has a history of
fighting debilitating illnesses. Due partly to
these illnesses, she has been cursed with a lifelong
weight problem. You have no idea how hard she
works to keep the weight off, but no amount of
jazzercise and dieting seems to conquer the problem.
What I admire about Vee is how she maintains her cheerful
outlook despite her handicap and frustration."
V-Ann quickly became the most beloved person in the history
of the studio. I am not exaggerating. Her modesty, warmth
and kindness was a gift that made people feel totally at ease.
Not only that, she kept people in stitches with her funny
wisecracks. I don't know
what it is about suffering, but I think it made V-Ann unusually
sensitive to the needs of others. At the risk of
embarrassing her, there was a saint-like quality about
V-Ann. I always felt better when I was around her.
Just to talk to her was a blessing.
One day I noticed a quote hanging on her refrigerator door.
It was a quote from the Methodist cleric John Wesley:
"Do all the good
you can, by all the means you can, in all the ways you
can, in all the places you can, at all the times you
can, to all the people you can, as long as ever you can."
V-Ann lived that
motto to the fullest extent. She was
the most caring, unselfish woman I ever met. I loved her
dearly and
so did everyone else.
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