This letter is in response to Edgar Allen Beem’s column “Bumping, grinding and moralizing.” I have read his column other times and enjoyed it, most always agreeing with his opinions. However in regard to grinding, a form of dancing, it upset me. I am, agreeably, “history.” But what a life I had. I met my husband in Heidelberg, Germany, a most beautiful city, and very romantic. It was the time of the jitterbug but also of slow, romantic dances. The men were gentle, the girls starry-eyed. It was a lovely time to meet and dance and dream of a beautiful future together. I have been married for a long time, and you know the romance never faded. I don’t consider myself an “old fart,” but I know I am history, and that is alright.

Veronica E. Kenney
Falmouth


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