Pat Long
I was thinking of a time when she visited me in Virginia. We took the boat out for the day and went clamming. We stood in the water, (mine you, she has never done this). I told her just move to a spot, and do like your doing the twist but you must keep you feet flat on the sand and move you feet like there doing the twist. If your feel something strange need your feet, just jump a few feet and start over. We sang as we did it. “Come on baby let do the twist”. Every time she started to sing, before she got to the word twist, she was down in shallow, black murky water. She was covered from head to toe in black mud. We laugh and laugh. But she was determined. We hand clam for hours and laughed and peed ourselves; We had a feast that night with the clams we caught. Barb, I am smiling up at ya! Love Pat
