Breaking News: Don Emmons Is Dead.
Just received word via my youtube account that my tap dance teacher of nearly ten fifteen years died four days ago, March 3rd. We'd just spoken a month six week ago, joking with each other about all the time we spend day trading, especially since the pandemic made doing anything involving real life so difficult. He also confessed that he was not in the best of health. As scrupulously as he was in doiing all of his shopping by delivery and otherwise sheltering in-place all these months, he was an 85 87 year-old man suffering from COPD. It was his way of telling me that he could go at any time.
And, like every phone call we have made to each other since he retired in 2014, we promised each other to stay in touch and to get together the next time I dropped by the studio. Well, of course, I have no idea whether the studio is even open for business. I was just hoping Don and I could get vaccinated before too much more time elapsed. But, alas, it was not to be.
Upon reading the youtube notification, I left a message with Don's video photographer. And, then I immediately tried my hand at a couple of time-steps. I could always depend on Don to correct whatever it was that I was doing wrong. For some reason, I could always do a triple time step pretty well. The double time-step I can usually find my way back to with practice. It's the single time step that is the hardest. I can't get the rhythm of it and that's all I have now without Don's tried and true method of counting out all the steps. Just muscle memory.
And, like every phone call we have made to each other since he retired in 2014, we promised each other to stay in touch and to get together the next time I dropped by the studio. Well, of course, I have no idea whether the studio is even open for business. I was just hoping Don and I could get vaccinated before too much more time elapsed. But, alas, it was not to be.
Upon reading the youtube notification, I left a message with Don's video photographer. And, then I immediately tried my hand at a couple of time-steps. I could always depend on Don to correct whatever it was that I was doing wrong. For some reason, I could always do a triple time step pretty well. The double time-step I can usually find my way back to with practice. It's the single time step that is the hardest. I can't get the rhythm of it and that's all I have now without Don's tried and true method of counting out all the steps. Just muscle memory.