The quizmaster asked "Who am I? Born 24 December

The quizmaster asked "Who am I? Born 24 December 1922 in Grabtown, NC. My parents were Jonas and Mollie tobacco and cotton farmers. Jonas died in 1938 from bronchitis

, and Mollie a year later from inhaling stray cotton fibers (she refused to die of such an obscure malady before Jonas's passing). Alas, as I trudged through life, I could only

hope that my in-depth research on silicosis could help other former mill workers. I visited Mollie & Jonas's graves every year to put flowers on them. Then one year I couldn't go

to the local Mormon single's dance because I had sin in my heart.

I approach the temptress from behind. I must not! but her undraped shoulder pulls me. My finger taps lightly. Debbie McRoberts turns. "Do you want to dance?" I stammer. (No!)

I didn't hear her answer. I had touched her bare shoulder! 3 times! Tap tap tap. My fingertip tingled. Debbie was saying something about dancing but it didn't register. I reached

for her hand &twirled her around to face me. "Dance. Now." I demanded.Her eyes widened in surprise &...was that pleasure? We launched into a sultry tango, keeping our eyes locked

on our feet which of course is the last thing you should do when dancing, (the next to the last thing is to forget to do the head snap thingy when turning) so naturally I tripped

out. I became confortably numb and I started to hear voices in my head. They had Bob Dylan's voice. I liked to hear them. But not anymore.