An Awkward Valentine’s Dance

Forty dollars for a jukebox dance? Are you insane?

Thirty odd years ago my wife and I were in a somewhat uncomfortable motel in New York state. I had just finished up a week long consulting gig nearby. It was time to head back home, but it was Sunday and it happened to be Valentine’s Day. We decided to stay over and set off for home in the morning.

I asked the desk clerk about a movie theatre or something else we might go around there on Saturday night. He told us that another couple staying at the motel had mentioned…