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Summer ’77

Scotch Bonnet Pier, Topsail Island
I learned to shag (a dance rather native to the Carolina  beaches. I know the word has other connotations.) on the beach, under that pier. Danced most of the afternoon and into the cool of the evening with a pretty girl I met that day … and never saw again. One of the sweetest, most romantic times of my life.
The song I remember most was “A Quiet Place”.

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