The Twist

She gave him a smile he never forgot.
That smile told him what he had done;
the remembrance of it told him how much he could do for others.
-Nial Kent
"The Divided Path"

How can I not find a video of 'The Twist' and replay it over and over and over?

Listen for yourself:
http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=the+twist%2C+chubby+checker&docid=1029122163071&mid=82A4FCEEC6FC2FF3AFF082A4FCEEC6FC2FF3AFF0&FORM=VIVR22#

'The Twist' Lyrics:

Come on baby let's do the twist
Come on baby let's do the twist
Take me by my little hand and go like this
Ee-oh twist baby baby twist
Oooh-yeah just like this
Come on little miss and do the twist

My daddy is sleepin' and mama ain't around
Yeah daddy is sleepin' and mama ain't around
We're gonna twisty twisty twisty
'Til we turn the house down
Come on and twist yeah baby twist
Oooh-yeah just like this
Come on little miss and do the twist

Yeah you should see my little Sis
You should see my my litlle Sis
She really knows how to rock
She knows how to twist
Come on and twist yeah baby twist
Oooh-yeah just like this
Come on little miss and do the twist
Yeah rock on now
Yeah twist on now
Twist


Twenty-five years ago today:

October 4, 1984
Thursday

“So, Bobbie, guess what?”
“What Michael?”
“I have a date tonight with Paloma.”
“Ooooh, Ahhhh.”
She was almost embarrassing me with her ‘ooing and ahhing’. I’m pretty sure I blushed.
“I haven’t seen her since March 15th,” I explained.
Bobbie was surprised and interested about the reconciliation.

I like a lady at work named Sue Leith. She is on-the-job training us and she is quite beautiful, well-balanced and nicely put together. I hope to become closer friends…or whatever.

Michael Miller called me after work and said, “I’m going to pick up my pictures from Belgium today. If you want I can stop by to show them to you.”

“I am expecting someone but you can still come over for a little while,” I said.
He arrived with his Belgium photos. We laughed and it was a great way for me to visit the country.

Paloma arrived while Michael was there. She was all ‘high-fashioned’ out in light army-green colors. Michael left and we went on our merry way to the Ice-Cream Dock on Harbor Bay Isle. I wonder what Michael's impressions were about her.

Paloma and I had a fantastic time catching up on good ole times like the time we met for Halloween in San Francisco. My lip was bleeding a bit on that night due to a bad razor blade while shaving. Paloma and I shared some ‘bloody good kisses’ because of it. We ate an ice-cream dessert (chocolate cookie n’ crunch), too.

We returned to my place and tried watching a little television while looking at some photographs. Paloma had one cigarette throughout the evening. I have to be content that it was only ‘one’. She departed at 10:30PM and I walked her outside to her car. We were pretty ‘lovey-dovey’, so I don’t know when and if we will make a complete turnaround.

Karyn Kossoff telephoned while Paloma was at my place. I returned her phone call, telling her that Michael Miller was here. I didn’t mention a word about Paloma.

“So, how do you like the job so far?” Karyn asked.
“Oh God, I’ve been so mentally drained every day this week, going to bed at nine-thirty every night with no bicycling!”
Karyn laughed in her Pebbles Flintstone ‘sort of way’.
“I am dressing like the 1950’s tomorrow. It’s pot luck day, so I just wanted to warn you.”
This ought to be interesting. I wonder if she’ll dance to Chubby Checker’s ‘The Twist’.