The Best White Dancer In Washington, D.C. This was how, along with a devilish grin and way-too-bright eyes, the man described himself to me on this, the occasion of his forty-something-ish birthday party. The scene was the Boat House and I was being given my Marching Orders for the evening as the guests were coming… Continue reading The Best White Dancer in D.C.
Author: Frankie of the Valley
Love Plus Plus With Limits
The band was in itʼs early stages, so for us this gig was a big deal. It was four-nights a week at a place way down Pennsylvania Avenue in Maryland somewhere (Crosstoff? Fanbelt?) at what I call an authentic roadhouse. There were three separate rooms each with itʼs own street entrance. There was a big… Continue reading Love Plus Plus With Limits
Reception in Pink and Black
I found myself lost. I had driven around in circles and into dead-ends for forty-five minutes or so and now I was completely and thoroughly lost. I thought I knew the area well, so when the bride's mother gave me directions, I didn't bother with the details. A big house with a big pink tent… Continue reading Reception in Pink and Black
It was a clear, bright Saturday morning in late September. School had been open for only a few weeks and was exciting, but more important, the World Series was about to start. Having been born to a left-handed father who was a serious baseball fan, and being left-handed myself, my fate was sealed… Continue reading Baseball Boy