Add a good band and a wild girl fiddler,
mix in a lot of people
of all ages, and what do you get?
Happy feet!
At the FOOTMAD Fall Festival, there were plenty of happy feet. I didn't dance, but Mrs. Roberta (in the pink shirt above) sure did--at 88 she was going strong all evening. Wow. Me, I favored my bad knee and enjoyed watching, listening to the music, singing and talking with friends.
I stayed up until 4am (and Larry was an hour later than that!), but when you're having a good time, who watches the clock? Of course, it does come back to haunt you the next day. It was well worth it, though. What a fun time this was. I hope we can attend again next year. I might even try dancing!
