I'd love, love, love to dance with my father again
My dad had a signature move. That's it in the picture. It's subtle, but a move nonetheless. It started as the frug in the late 60s, but morphed into his own, unique thing. He was a hit at father-daughter banquets. My friends would stand in line to dance with him, but I always had first dibs. I miss him today, and every day.