Sunday, October 26, 2008
...George Jefferson dancing when I hear this song.
I also remember my mother playing the 45 of this on a child's record player--the only thing she could afford in 1968. She'd dance with one hand on the edge of the door, swinging, spinning, slippered feet scuffing lightly on the worn green linoleum, chin up, lips pursed, eyes sparkling. I'd jump in, all knees and elbows and 4 year-old rhythm. She'd laugh and clap and say, "Get it, baby. Get it."