The story of the Symphoney

Imagine, a picturesque late summer evening. 72 degrees and a cool breeze allow perfect relaxation as the Cincinnati Pops Orchestra plays upon a Marble stage under a delicate pearl canopy some 2 stories high. Here on the bank of the Ohio river I was seranaded by the energetic gaelic tunes from grand Ireland, and as the show moved on, the sun set to the west, leaving a brilliant hue of violet and magenta in it's wake, and the lighting for the musicians put them in a serene amber glow, and just when things seemed most right with the world...Crack. Suddenly the Irish step dancers arrive on stage, and who out of the 500 or more seniors should they pick from the crowd? That's right, none other than yours truely. So I get dragged up on stage and placed in the middle of a dozen women whose calf muscles are the size of Beech Tree trunks. They continue twirling and stepping around me for what seemed like the longest jig in the world, and when the freaking orchestra finally stopps with that rucus, the crowd erupts in a cacaphony of applaus. I guess the take home point is when you just stand there and look goofy, everyone claps for you.