Leadership
Home Up House Rules


 

 

MYSTERY OF THE TEXAS TWOSTEP

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED TWELVE:

LEADERSHIP

Written by Rick Archer 

 

 
 


JULY
1982

MY TRANSFORMATION BEGINS

 

 

Back in March, I hit a Limbo Captivity low point.  This melancholy had begun with Jann's disappearance in January.  Without my only close friend to keep me company, I went downhill (V-Ann had not yet entered my life).  One night at Texas I was really depressed.  People all around me were falling in love.  Meanwhile I was chained to my seat by Victoria's shackles.  To my surprise, I was suddenly overwhelmed by the blinding insight that my ridiculous Limbo ordeal might possibly have something to do with Fate. 

My realization went something like this.  It was almost like God reached out and spoke to me.

"Rick, pay attention.  Ever since you started your dance career, I have sent one Lucky Break after another flying your way.  Do you think you would have gotten this far without my help?  Guess again.  I have given you a job to do, so quit feeling sorry yourself and get to work!"

I was instantly full of chagrin.  Previously I had been Leader of the Pack more or less by accident or default.  In fact, up to this point, everything to do with SSQQ had happened more or less by accident, including getting its name courtesy of Crazy Jane.  In a flash, that changed.  Following my revelation that Limbo was quite possibly a deliberate and necessary part of the Plan, I ditched my bad attitude.  I asked a young lady to dance, then set about thanking various students for joining us tonight.

From that point on, I was no longer willing to let things happen.  From here on I was determined to MAKE things happen.  This was when I became the Leader of the Pack by choice.  I took an active part in greeting my students during our nightly visits to the Western dance clubs.  V-Ann showed up soon after my revelation to help.  Oddly enough, one of her nicknames for me was 'Leader of the Pack'.  Interesting coincidence.  Together we took the studio's social program to the next level. 

Once upon a time, I was the shy boy who needed Victoria and Jann to visit with students and do the schmoozing for me.  After my revelation, I grew up in a hurry and began to interact with my students just like my mentors Jann and Victoria had.  I posted schedules of social events, planned dance parties at the studio, and made announcements at the end of every class to emphasize what special things to look forward to. 

In a sense, I was running a social program similar to what a dating service attempts to do.  But there was one major difference... I did it for the fun of it.  I never dreamed of charging money.  Not only that, I was amazed at how good I was.  It was almost as if a hidden talent was revealed before my eyes.  All I had to do was think of something that sounded like fun and put it on calendar.  The studio was so big now that someone was bound to agree with me and participate.  Even the simple things were popular.  I like to ride bikes, so in the Spring 30 of us rode our bikes through a wealthy neighborhood during Azalea-blossom season.  Afterwards we hit a pizza place and voted on who belonged on the Tour de France.  We had a blast. 

The members of the Nifty Fifty were not just my students anymore.  These studio veterans had become my best friends in the world.  I did not want them to leave.  I wanted them to stay at the studio forever.  I prayed the more fun they had, the more they would want to stick around and keep me company. 

In the process, many students developed a sense of ownership.  SSQQ did not belong solely to Rick Archer, it belonged to them too.  We had the same kind of loyalty typically reserved for churches or schools.  This explains why everyone was so willing to contribute their energy.  I think my friends sensed my goal was to serve the community.  That probably explains why they were more than willing to donate their own time as well.

Wishing to see the program grow just as much I did, people like Tom Easley offered to sponsor events of their own.  I was tickled when Tom asked me to put his beach weekend on the schedule.  It wasn't just 'me' any more, it was 'us'.  Through the efforts of Jann, V-Ann, and a cast of thousands, SSQQ  turned into a Community, a family where everyone pitched in.

My personal transformation was complete.  I had endured an incredibly lonely childhood where I was the invisible student at my school for nine years.  Growing up a loner with mediocre social skills, I did not have a clue about the importance of interacting with students when I began my dance career. 

After studying Victoria and Jann for the past four years, I had learned my lessons well.  Now that it was my turn, I came out of my childhood shell and became an excellent host.  Whenever I got a Beginner class, I explained the sooner the new students joined us after class for dancing, the sooner they would get the hang of it.  I added that V-Ann and I would be there to welcome them, so come find us. 

Here at Texas, if I spotted someone from my class, I made sure to go say hello.  If it was a lady, I would ask her to dance.  If it was a guy, I would take him by the hand and connect him to a trusted lady friend like Judy Price.  Judy would smile and make a few introductions, then insist he join her on the dance floor.  If Judy found a girl who was equally lost, she would bring her over to me.  Judy, V-Ann, and I made quite a team. 

I accepted that people wanted me to organize events where the students could meet.  Charades, Volleyball, Beach Weekend, Sock Hop, Texas Renaissance Festival, Labeling Party, Ski Trips, Halloween Party, Camping Trips, tours of Hill Country Honky-Tonks, you name it.  By matching my dance classes with an equally dynamic social program, I turned SSQQ into a legendary romantic hot spot the likes of which had never been seen before. 

Wherever we went dancing, our numbers approached 100, most of whom were single.  My careful attention to organizing social events provided ample opportunity for students to meet, greet and mingle.  A couple beers for courage and soon they were out on the floor putting my 'Slow Dance leads to Romance' theory to the test.  Pleased to discover that dancing did indeed blaze a direct path to an active love life, many students turned around and encouraged their friends to beat a path to my door as well.

I could see the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. I felt like I had been preparing for this role my entire life.  I had always wanted to be a social worker.  Now for the first time, I realized I had a found a way to put my social work instincts to good use.

I ran across a quote by Winston Churchill and got goosebumps.

"To each there comes in their lifetime a special moment when they are figuratively tapped on the shoulder and offered the chance to do a very special thing, unique to them and fitted to their talents.  What a tragedy if that moment finds them unprepared or unqualified for that which could have been their finest hour." 

Churchill went on to say that he felt like his unique life experiences had prepared him to become the only man in the U.K. capable of taking on Hitler.  I knew exactly what Churchill meant.  I was shocked to discover what I was capable of.  Despite my slow start in childhood as the shy loner with few friends, I was unusually effective as leader of this studio.  In fact, I was so outgoing I wasn't sure I even recognized myself anymore.  I would never completely match Victoria's gifted promotional ability, but I had learned my lessons well.

If 1981 was the year my dance studio came into its own, then 1982 was the year that I came into my own.  Now that I had competed my apprenticeship, my time had come.  Hitting my stride, I took careful note at how naturally this role came to me.  No one asked me to do it.  I organized these activities simply because it made me happy to contribute. 

 


LIMBO MONTH THIRTY SIX
JULY
1982

 

LIFE AFTER VICTORIA

 

 

I was extremely proud of Victoria.  Based on her letters, it had taken considerable courage for her to finally commit to Michael.  I am sure Victoria would have been much happier keeping me around as her safety net, but she finally accepted that I was finished playing that game.  I was also proud of her for leaving the studio in such a classy way.  Give Victoria some credit.  She could have made a big fuss and demanded a Farewell Party.  She could have shown up at some event and talked to every person who would listen about her big decision.  However, she sensed that would not be in the best interest of the studio.  By leaving the studio quietly, the students were spared any gossip about our breakup.  No one at the studio had the slightest idea what took place.  Victoria departed in such a graceful way that not one person objected when her name was not listed on the schedule for July.  Yes, there were a few questions.  When asked, I would say Victoria had decided to return to being a full-time Mom.

As I had hoped all along, Victoria handed SSQQ to me without rancor, without drama, without strings attached.  Yes, I had paid a high price for acting as Victoria's safety net for the past two years, but it was worth it!!  It was incredibly satisfying to see my instincts confirmed.  If I had one wish, it would have been to have Jann see how my patience had been rewarded to perfection.  Jann had questioned my mystical beliefs.  Maybe now she would not be so scornful.

My friend V-Ann was so charismatic as the new social director that the studio was humming along on all cylinders.  So I decided to make myself one of the gang and let V-Ann carry the ball for a while.  Despite my freedom, I did not rush into a relationship.  There might have been a fling or two, but nothing serious.  To be honest, I was worn out.  Once I was finally free from Victoria, I suffered a huge let-down.  It was not that I missed Victoria.  However I will say that my nerves were frazzled from the intensity of the past four years.  It was good to use the summer to heal from the most pressure-filled period of my life.   

So what did I do with my time?  I concentrated on having fun with my friends.  As good as 1981 had been, 1982 was even better.  Over the past year, SSQQ had become second home to a group of friends who were very important to me.  These people had functioned as my support system while I chewed my nails off waiting for Victoria to grant my freedom.  If there was one lesson I had learned during Limbo, it was the importance of the social side of the studio.  I was struck by the intense loyalty of the Nifty Fifty, the students who had wrapped their entire social life around SSQQ.  These characters had been taking lessons for well over a year.  I was really touched.  These people were so close they felt like family.  And now that Victoria was gone, I could be a full-fledged member. 

 

 

Since the dance lesson side of SSQQ was running smoothly, I concentrated on helping V-Ann fill the void created by Jann's departure.  I started by planning social activities for the studio on a monthly basis.  This involved creating a monthly social calendar in addition to the schedule of dance classes.  First Victoria, then Jann had shown me that the social side of SSQQ was just as important as the dance side.  Now V-Ann confirmed that lesson as well.

As always, Western dancing was the magnet that held the group together.  However, I continued to branch out.  Thanks to the encouragement of Chuck and Doug, I initiated Sunday afternoon volleyball events in my backyard.  Tough on the grass, but we had so much fun!  We played once a month and had a blast. 

So many people attended that we had to take turns playing.  No problem.  The people on the sidelines spent their time flirting while the others played.  I thought it was fitting that one of my backyard trees had a beehive inside of it.  The tree was far enough away from the action that the bees were no threat.  Instead visitors would walk over and study the tree with interest.  The marvel was that our own community was just as active as the busy bees.  Things were definitely humming along. 

 

 

In addition to land volleyball, we branched out to water volleyball.  Same story.  Dozens of people attended.  Some came to watch, some came to play.  The spectators sipped their drinks in comfortable lawn chairs and chatted with their friends. 

 


Several students suggested a campout in the East Texas pine forest, so one weekend we did just that.  There were 20 people who camped out on a Friday night.  That evening we danced country-western on pine needles accompanied by boom box music.  The animals seemed to like the music.  We saw squirrels square dancing in the trees while the raccoons clapped along.  After a leisurely Saturday morning in the woods, we spent the rest of the day visiting the nearby Texas Renaissance Festival.

Working in conjunction with V-Ann, the 1982-1984 period became the happiest years in the history of the studio.  V-Ann nicknamed me 'Leader of the Pack'.  However, I was not alone.  V-Ann was just as important as me.  Plus we had lots of help.

It helped that Jann's role had been decentralized.  There was no longer a single social dynamo like Jann.  Besides V-Ann and myself, there were a dozen people who were leaders in their own right.  Acting as lieutenants, these people were kind enough to organize events of their own as well as participate in virtually every activity we planned.

 
In the Spring, Tom Easley and Carol Gafford decided to rent adjoining beach houses in Surfside for the weekend.  60 people drove down for three days of sun and fun.  Oh, the tales I could tell about that event!  I was in Limbo at the time so I did not participate.  Nevertheless I kept tabs.  The rumors suggested it was quite the love fest. 

Tom and Carol put on this event for eight years in a row.  Some say that no good deed goes unpunished, but that is not true.  Good deeds are rewarded.  I am pleased to say that Tom met his lovely wife Margaret during his 1987 Surfside Weekend.

 

 
Taking a cue from Tom's Beach Weekend, I realized my students liked to take adventures together.  I was still in Limbo when I decided to use my free time to organize our first studio ski trip.  A dozen of us went to Breckenridge, Colorado, in January 1982. 

To be honest, I was not much of a skier, but I enjoyed the sport.  We had so much fun I organized another trip the following year and then the year after that. 

I was hooked on skiing.  We took one trip every year throughout the Eighties.  Our trip grew so popular we became a small army in the process. 

 

 
 


CHARADES AND LABELING PARTIES

 

 

Saturday nights were usually reserved for dancing, but once every two months we held a Labeling Party at someone's home.  I was touched by the number of people who participated in this event.  I really appreciated their kindness.

Labeling Parties were my brainchild.  My mailing list had grown into the thousands.  The list was so large it took two days to do it on my own.  I decided this was for the birds.  Why not ask for volunteers?  So I decided to organize a party and ask people to help.  We would meet at someone's house at 6 pm and put the address labels on the SSQQ Schedule.  The process took about an hour.  After that we had the rest of the night to hang out together.

People would bring food to share and we would have a delightful potluck dinner.  The men were useless.  They brought potato chips.  Fortunately the women shared tasty dishes capable of sustaining life.  The men took note which ladies brought the best dishes.  They were smarter than I thought. 

Then it was time to have fun.  If the Labeling Party was in the afternoon, we would play water volleyball.  If we held it at night, then we played games.  This was a very bright, very competitive group of people.  Charades was our favorite game. 

Introduced to us by the Ryan sisters, Rilla and Valerie, we were tentative at first.  The sisters explained how to break down a word syllable by syllable.  We were easily intimidated at our first Charades Party.  After acting out titles like 'Pajama Game', 'Seven Year Itch', 'Saturday Night Fever' (a real toughie), 'Blazing Saddles', and 'Father Goose', we complained bitterly those titles were too hard.

A couple months later, we decided to try again.  This time the clues were a little tougher.  'Owl and the Pussycat', 'Creature from the Black Lagoon', and 'Honey, I Shrunk the Kids'.  We weren't very good, but the acting left us in stitches.  The wags submitted certain titles just so they could see the performance.   V-Ann brought down the house with 'How to Stuff a Wild Bikini'.  And yes, one woman was bold enough to point to a certain body part on 'Owl and the Pussycat'.  They would do anything to win. 

After a year of dedicated practice, we became so proficient the titles people brought to the party were beyond preposterous. 

'Parleying With Certain People of Importance in Their Day',  'Alchemist's Handbook: Manual for Practical Laboratory Alchemy',  'Quasars as Probes of the Distant and Early Universe',  'Glacial and Quaternary Geology', 'How to Raise a Norwegian Elkhound',  'A Phalarope Ballet on California’s Otherworldly Mono Lake',  'The Research Revolution, Nixonomics, Ethics and Profits'.

I won't say we aced every one of those titles.  However the difficulty of those titles should offer an idea on how far we had progressed.  Our Charades matches were knock-down, drag-out, take-no-prisoners slugfests.  We argued when someone took liberties with the rules, we complained when the titles got too tough, and we got really mad when the other team won.  But don't let our arguing fool you.  The camaraderie was special.  

Something else was going on here.  While the men paid attention to who the best cooks were, the women took note of which men had the sharpest minds and the funniest quips.  Everyone was always checking each other out for a very good reason.  There was some serious 'Alchemy' starting to brew...

October 1979, Doorstep Night.  June 1982, Victoria's Farewell.  A 36 month sabbatical from chasing women.  Limbo, the strangest period of my life.  Stymied by the belief that God wanted me to bend to Victoria's wishes, I was forced to learn how to relate to women as friends instead.   Do you realize just how sad that statement is?   These were lessons I should have learned growing up, but I had spent my childhood locked in a shell.  All I can say is better late than never. 

Every now and then I would take a step back and marvel at how good I was at creating energy.  Would I have been this effective if it had not been for Limbo?  Quite frankly, I doubted it.  Left with nothing else to do but pour my heart and soul into the studio, I experienced tremendous personal growth in the process.   Now that I witnessed the results of Limbo, more than ever before I believed my three year suspension was part of the plan to prepare me for my life's mission.

Mark Twain once said the two most important days of your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.  I could definitely see what he meant.  I was absolutely convinced it was my Destiny to run the best dance studio I possibly could.

 


 

 

 


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