Thanks to a writer friend posting his story about dancing at " Fanger", I decided to write my story about dancing in a "juke".
Circa 1962, both my parents were gone. My Mama's sister took the responsibility to caution me to, "stay outta them roadhouses". Aunt Cora was firm in her belief that dancing in a roadhouse would be my ruination and her shame to bear.
Oh Brer Rabbit !
Aunt Cora's son Doug, same age as me, loved a roadhouse like a possum loves persimmons. Doug ask me and my coworker Shirley if perhaps we wanted to go dance to Chubby Checkers TWIST at the Peppermint Lounge in Pensacola.
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