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You too, huh?

For me it was 1978, I was eleven years old and decked out in my stiff, black shirt, sharks tooth choker and white jeans when Cathy Green and I twirled our way to first place in the “dance fever” contest on an Ottawa public television station no less. Our cringe worthy musical selection included below.

I still can’t write that without a visible wince. I’m also infinitely relieved my childhood was absent youtube.

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