Twenty something years ago in New York, once a week, we would climb the 32 step flight up to Peggy Spina's loft. Peggy is a choreographer and dancer, tap dancer. My wife agreed to teach singing to Peggy's daughter in exchange for tap-dancing lessons weekly tap dancing lessons. For her and for me. I refused to buy tap dancing shoes so I put taps on an old pair of oxfords, pinpoints and all. I would come from work, suit and tie, and change in to blue-jeans and recycled tap-shoes and we would attempt to teach me to tap. My wife progressed quickly. I did not. Tonight, Peggy had a reunion concert. A jazz quartet played fantastically while Peggy's dancers put on an amazing show. So tonight, again, I climbed the 32 stairs. And it was worth it.
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