It was New Year’s Day 1974. I was at St Rita’s Senior Center on South Broad St in Philadelphia. Outside, the Mummer’s Parade was streaming past with bands playing various renditions of “Oh Them Golden Slippers”.
One lady was in and out of the building. She would go out to dance enthusiastically and then return to warm up. I became a little concerned because I knew she had a heart condition and I encouraged her to sit for a while and take it easy. She responded by saying, “Honey, I am going to die soon enough, and I’d rather die dancing!” … read the complete article