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Carol Perkins: Just One More Time Savoring past experiences is one of the delights of life. Remembering delicious moments, especially the ones more difficult to reclaim, led to this bucket list of One More Times, as could only be enumerated by Carol Perkins. The Next Earlier Carol Perkins column: Carol Perkins: I'm walking the floor over you By Carol Perkins Just one more time. Have you thought about what you would like to do if you could do something just one more time? Just one more time: I would like to dance that old time rock 'n' roll without my knees giving way. (That means to weaken and cause one to fall.) In the fifties and early into the sixties, rock 'n' roll (bebop) was THE dance, but not everyone could do it. If a guy's rhythm borderlined slow, he might as well find a chair until the next slow dance, where all he had to do was sway from side to side and stay off a girl's toes. Foremost for the rock 'n' roll was being able to gyrate, and only a handful in my town mastered this dance. Like "Dancing With The Stars", we girls wanted talented partners and that meant that the few guys who were good took turns dancing with us at Sock Hops. At my daughter's wedding I remember my brother, a good rock 'n' roller, couldn't take a break because all the women whose husbands were sitting in chairs wanted him to dance with them. When you find a good rock 'n' roll dancer, you wear him out! If I could dance the rock 'n' roll with a good partner, one more time, I would tear up the floor! Just one more time: I would like to see hair in its original state. I can look at pictures made when I was young, but they are black and white. I have school pictures and yearbook pictures, but they are also in black and white. By the time color film came to be, I started coloring my hair. I know my hair was dark, almost black, but I have been coloring it for so long, I no longer remember for sure. The roots can't tell me because they are gray! Just one more time: I would like to wear a prom dress (or something that glittered that wasn't made for the mother of a bride). Being a sparkle and glitz woman on the inside, I have always longed to wear a Dior, stilettos, and Harry Winston diamonds to a glamorous Hollywood party and dwell in the company of Barbra or Elton. Since I have never and will never have this opportunity, perhaps just going into a formal shop and trying on a lovely gown would satisfy my need to wear one (or depress me). Just one more time, I would like to recapture that prom feeling. Just one more time: I would like to ride on the back of a motorcycle. The freedom of cruising down the highway, zipping in and out of cars, with my hair blowing against the wind would satisfy the rebel spirit I have never had but thought might be fun. When I was young, a guy who rode a motorcycle was too cool and a little dangerous. I never knew a female who had the nerve to ride behind one of these guys. It would be many years later when I rode around town on the back of a Harley, holding on for dear life, but I never forgot the feeling. Just one more time, I would love to feel that way again. Just one more time: I would like to be thin, walk straight, tie my shoes without huffing and puffing, cough without having an accident, not wear my lunch on whatever I have on that day, clear my throat fifty times when the mold is high, tuck in a blouse, throw out elastic pants, or not fall asleep in front of the weather channel. The bottom line is....just one more time I would like to be young! -Carol Perkins This story was posted on 2011-02-27 07:57:39
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