“When my dad was growing up in Stringtown, a small rural community in West Virginia, entertainment included things like molasses-making fires in the fall (where sugar cane juices were boiled down to concentrate into syrup), trips to town to the “newfangled” movie theater, skipping rocks in the river, and barn dances. The dance events up the road and around the bend in a big red barn on Saturday nights meant fighting with his brothers for the best clothes, and the chance of holding hands with a pretty girl. There was a risqué edge to the activity despite its wholesome atmosphere. The lights, the music, the dancing, the laughter and the flirting eyes lent a special excitement that was enhanced by the starlit darkness just outside….”
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