Dance class at Mark Morris for Parkinsons Patients and the little girls!

      It was quite funny, the bunch of us, teachers, pshychologists, dentists, university professors, housewives, and assundry participants in the Parkinson class held by Pam   ______ on Friday afternoon.  We are supposed to be doing a performance for Canada's national, heck inter national parkinson day and an "executive" in charge is coming to see us.  We are to carry a ball in on our heads and then do various moves with it. It's funny, like being stuck in kindergarden-ground hog day!
       In another section of the studio the real ballerinas, litle 3 year olds are getting ready to TAKE A CLASS!
      BUT AHH, AREN'T WE THE CLASS WITH THE FILM CREW?
      We are the strange class where people stuggle to make their bodies work, move, smile, in our warm up we practice sessions like "hello', 'over there', 'yes, No", "and you?" to get the facial expressions going.  I am starting to cut up.
    "Behave or you won't get a star!"
    "If you didn't hink you could do this in dance class when you were little, try now!
    "We need a tutu!
     Everyone is pretty quiet.  Not a lot of facial movement with Parkinsons groups.
     On the way home I get a ride with Carol and her one year older sister, Judy.
    "WE should talk, say something" Carol says.
     "Yea, so we don't lool like zombies."
     "We already look like zombies" Carol says and we laugh.  Yes, the zombies parading down 5th avenue, Ralph Lauren, Tom Ford, the land of the pretty people.  Well here we are, the not so pretty perfect people. the second batch of buz light years with some brain parts not generating.
    ALL in all, it was fun to laugh and cut up.  We are after all, the baby boomers!