tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35668036.post5914480481264314411..comments2023-11-25T06:26:51.333-05:00Comments on Jack Wiler's World: Dance LessonsJack Wilerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05764581934446251481noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35668036.post-57956920159930290392012-05-06T15:52:00.717-04:002012-05-06T15:52:00.717-04:00I wonder if you saw dwtsI wonder if you saw dwtsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35668036.post-16439637435201616352008-12-14T16:56:00.000-05:002008-12-14T16:56:00.000-05:00Mine was 7th grade, too. Only we had to learn wes...Mine was 7th grade, too. Only we had to learn western dancing in school. Dosey-doh was so radically uncool in 7th grade. Lucky for us we had a weekly venue for real dancing, Friendship Hall. Motown, in the dark. Until they discovered we were all making out and doing drugs. Then it was Motown with the lights on.lorraine.crownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10157947022735962334noreply@blogger.com