Tonight’s story broadcast on WPCA-FM was Shall We Dance?, an inside look into a flamenco dance company performing in Los Angeles. Yes, there is a real Wilshire Ebell Theater in L.A. and yes, flamenco dance troupes have performed there, and yes, the theater is a very fine venue for dance of all kinds. The story characters? My inventions. El Duende? that deep, dark sadness in the gypsy soul? It’s real, exposed by flamenco guitarists for many decades. You can find Shall We Dance? in the ebook, Yes, More Break Time Stories and in the paperback, The Second Gathering of The Break Time Stories. It’s a story that has drawn a number of comments, such as “How do you know so much about this stuff? To which I reply, lots of exposure and some doing Spanish dance myself. Ole!
As always, I appreciate WPCA-FM’s sharing of my stories on the first Tuesday evening of each month at 7 p.m. It’s a rare privilege for a writer and I am grateful to Bob and LuAnn for putting my stories on the air. You can find all four of my paperbacks at Kenneth Larson in downtown Luck, WI and also at the Polk County Information Center in St.Croix Falls. Pure and Simple in Amery, WI and the St.Croix Health Clinics carry my Some Mangled Fairy Tales paperbacks. All of these books make great and inexpensive Christmas presents.
We have snow and lots of it after an unusually long Fall of unusually warm weather. Some days the high temperatures broke high temperature records. But now we are sliding into one of those December deep cold spells and I have had the wood stove warming almost all day. Fortunately, I have plenty of wood way out back. I use a plastic sled to slide the logs to the house. It’s exercise I need and I enjoy it, much to the dismay of my wife. There’s supposed to be more snow tonight, which means I’ll have to dust off the car before I join a former colleague for coffee and catching up. Kristin, a strong Christian family friend, will breeze in tomorrow morning, too.
I have a small wedding to perform this coming Monday for an older couple. The groom, whom I’ve known for 17 years, swore all those years that he’d never marry or consider romance again. However, he’s met his match. I’ll try not to giggle throughout the coming ceremony.
For Thanksgiving, Marina and I made a couple of pumpkin pies and roasted a small turkey. Daughter Britta and her husband, Mark, brought the rest of the meal. We enjoyed a pleasant and relaxed afternoon. And I hope the same for you.