Lessons from the Dance Floor: the Backyard Milonga

***This series of stories, “Lessons from the Dance Floor” is only partly true. True parts have been overly dramatized by my own hyperactive¬†imagination to make them, well, fiction*** It was a typical warm summer night in the south. The sound of cicadas in the humid night air, the occasional passing cars and the chirping sound of tree frogs made¬†the night life to blend into the wallpaper of background music. Earlier that summer, Gerry undertook the arduous task of laying a concrete slab off the side of his house. On the far end, he’d created a waterfall and pool, planted ferns … Continue reading Lessons from the Dance Floor: the Backyard Milonga