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Now we have Carl Douglas in "Kung Fu Fighting"--took advantage of the Karate/Kung-Fu craze of 1974.

Hundreds of martial arts school opened up at that time, and hundreds went out of business within a year.

Do they have any of those Italian ice thingies you have been buying me on the way home? I love frozen drinks...if not, I will have a virgin peach margarita, please.

That is a great song! Hilarious. I think they vastly underestimated Americans lack of coordination and commitment!

Italian Ice----coming up! You'll like the Rainbow Flavor--a New York specialty!

Ever had crushed ice with fruit-flavored syrup----they can be divine, too!

These sorts of songs--"Kung-Fu Fighting," "Hollywood Swinging" were wildly popular back in 1974---and you constantly heard these songs on the radio at the beach. People would bring little transistor radios, or larger ones. No boomboxes yet. No headphones.

And at summer camp, during "socials," the counselors would play these songs on the record player---at the first note, the kids would go wild---and start dancing right away. The most popular song at camp, though, was "The Night Chicago Died" by Paper Lace.

And in New York City neighborhoods, people would sit on a "stoop" (a stairway which rises up into a doorway), and listen to the baseball game, or play dominoes to Meringue music.

Fast-paced Meringue is also music which people really go wild over.

The more elegant Hispanic people would dance to Salsa, which produced a more "social" dance. Meringue is the "boogie-type" music.

If you really want to spin, I'll put on a Meringue record!

Yes, definitely. I am learning to like dancing, here, away from critical eyes. It is actually a lot of fun.

In the "socials" at summer camp which I described, I was pretty much of an observer.

One time, though, I got daring, and played Alfalfa of the Little Rascals all night. It didn't go over well.

However, I did like it when there was a "Sadie Hawkins Day." This was when the girls chased the guys, instead of the other way around.

It seems like you're a little weary, and would like to partake of the Delights of the Beach.

We are both looking up at the Stars, lying on our backs on your Brazilian blanket.

You have a peach/virgin Daiquiri with an umbrella; I have a Cherry Grenadine with an umbrella.

It's another starry, starry night on the Beach tonight. Nary a soul to molest us. Only the Moon to serve as our Sentry.

Ah, yes, this is exactly what I need after a long day! Fantastic. I like the idea of chasing the guys, the only problem (besides debilitating shyness) is figuring out whether they are interested or not. You'd think it would be easy to tell...but alas, I usually cannot. I am glad, therefore, that you are forward with your intentions!

If there is not one around to molest us....we may be forced to molest one another!
(turns to lean up on elbow with mischievous smile)

Perhaps I could give you a piggy-back ride back to your abode?

Or you can even get up on my neck (that's actually more stable).

I'm glad you're enjoying the Rainbow ice, and are licking your lips as a result.

The music was very invigorating tonight...and varied.

The conversation tonight even more so.

I am a bit afraid of being picked up, actually, but I will work on it. The conversation has been fun, hasn't it! Let's walk. I would like to get in early tonight..if you come along, I can show you what I am working on! Let's take our shoes off and walk along the water's edge!

That would be swell; I enjoy the cool sand after a hot day.

Incredibly, there's a crushed-ice stand right over to our left; want a cherry one?

Your frequent offers of frozen treats are going to make me very large! I will just ice, please, no topping. Look at the cute little hermit crab (holds up tiny shell with crab in it)! Nighttime brings out all the creepy-crawlies. They are awesome. (puts crab gently back on the sand).

Yep.....the crabs are not so Hermetic at night. They seek an esoteric companionship with kindred spirits.

We have arrived in your abode, where your bed out on the porch is made up, ready for your weary yet content body.

Your hand is a delight to kiss, really.

As I depart towards my living quarters, I wave to you, and you wave back.

Then a seagull vocalizes delight at our little scene.....

It is amazing how quick this walk is getting, even with me messing around in the water and chasing you down the beach...wait, I guess the chasing does involve speed, if you can call it that! Will you not see me inside this evening?

But of course, Mon chere

I am now sitting "at the Dock of the Sea," so to speak. But not wasting time

The bench is painted purple, and is right across from the Bar. The sea is about 50 yards from the boardwalk.

I am amidst the Morning Calm, nobody else here but myself and some seagulls. They don't bother me; they have the right to the sand as I have the right to the sand.

I am just reflecting upon an Enchanted Evening......