I Always Imagine...

...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."

Sing a Song...

...it'll make you dance!

Chilling

Palin video.

I debated posting any Republican imagery on this blog but this was just too frightening and ulgy not to share.

And all of these people sit in the front pew in church every Sunday.