TWISTED TIME IS THE TITLE OF THIS ARTWORK PCTURED

A twisted time in my life was eighth grade. At least that's when Chubby Checker's "The Twist" came out. Followed by "The Peppermint Twist".

We had school dances and parties, some at parents' houses, some at the Country Club, some in neighborhood basements. I liked girls and I liked to dance.

I especially liked the games at dances where you passed an orange to your partner without using your hands. And yes, an occasional game of spin the bottle.

Then in high school there were street dances in the Summer, mostly at parks and bank parking lots. Some at an Old Post Office building, later shamefully torn down for a ghastly parking lot and garage, some above the Police station, some at the Armory, some almost daily at The Sub, and some at the YMCA. In addition to the high school hops and big dances.

We "twisted the night away," and most of our youthful days. You'd think after all that dancing, I'd be pretty good. I wasn't. Well, I could twist. Maybe I'd have been a lot cooler if Chubby had come up with some more dances that didn't require a lot of coordination.