Congo

I did. I didn't. I did. I didn't. Boy, was this boy confused. Well, I think I was anyway. Friday night dances at the Congo were the thing back then. The Woodfords Congregation Church, just up the hill from the Corner was the place to be on Friday nights. When I got to Lincoln Junior there was always a lot of chatter in the halls and at lunch about, "Are you going? What time are you going to be there?" The older guys in our gang always said they went, but I had no proof. As for me, I always talked big early in the week but always bailed by Friday evening. I was, back then, and still am today a rather shy and quiet kind of guy. Now, I know many who know me pretty well are laughing about this last comment, but I am. Truly! I guess you could say, 'I pick my spots'. I enjoy crowded places with good friends, as I did at Brian Boru Friday evening, but when we ventured across the street to the CCCC for the games, I chose to sit by myself away from friends and really had a fine time. This some times confuses my friends, but hey, it's me. I'm sort of like the kaleidoscope. Everytime it moves things change, evolve, clash, confound. That's me! Now, why is it that every time I pass this church, I think about ballroom dancing lessons. I'm such a fraidy cat!