For Dancers Only: Remembering Swing
Bittersweet feelings swept over me, a child of swing, during a recent walk down Manhattan's Times Square after an absence of several decades. At the end of the walk (Broadway and 42nd Street) two other feelings emerged: there's a permanence in things notwithstanding change. And all of us are, inescapably, creatures of culture.
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