Ten-Finger Exercises

Convention pictures first

If I get to my Yellowstone pictures later, I'll get them up here. First, he had to download the ones we took at the Episcopal church convention this weekend so we could send them to the church newspaper editor. Her deadline is Tuesday. Here's one of my favorites, one of Bill on the dance floor sometime in the first hour. He was indefatigable! I was worn out watching after 90 minutes; I only danced a few times with him, then went for a swim. He was having a great time, and so were all the folks who don't have dancing partners.

Last year at convention the youth were having a dance, and whoever planned it had very dull music. So Bill popped out his iPod and danced with them to the Bohemian Rhapsody and the Macarena, and a lot of things like that that I thought they'd hate. They loved it, and they loved him. This year they all remembered him and high-fived him. He was in seventh heaven. Imagine, teenagers thinking an old guy in his 50s was cool!