park swings

Who knew? Swing dancing in public. I am slightly shocked to see exuberance in public. So much of my experience in Boston has been about prohibition (locked doors and minds...) that presents a stark contrast to the permissiveness of the west coast. So I stop, balanced on my bike, to take in the dancers. A motley, if enthusiastic, crew. Am thoroughly charmed by the ghetto blaster valiantly piping out music from the 30s.