Last night while sitting at the Broken Spoke watching Traci Lynn, I was reminded that real and familiar love does exist for some people. I watched a couple, topping their 80’s, who were a magnificent reflection of the kind of real love that smiles and dances and breathes a life of its own.
I guess they could have just found each other but I imagine that they met as young lovers. Him in his fancy convertible and her in heels and big bouffant hair racing down some lost highway.
Oh how I want to dance like them…
Dixie's Road Trip 