The Dancing Bear

As kids we thought adults weren’t supposed to have fun. Occasionally on a weekend while staying with our father and if the radio was playing a tune Dad liked. He would smile real big and put down the newspaper. Then go to the middle of the living room and start dancing.

Boy could he dance. It tickled us so much we would start laughing and just couldn’t stop laughing. He looked like a dancing bear as he glided smoothly across the hardwood floor. After the songs changed on the radio he would stop and retrieve his empty coffee cup. Then go for a refill…