most unforgetable experience

Dear Story tellers,
What is the most memorable experience of your life?
My Grandchild, Natane asked me this question several weeks ago, and although, a few came to my mind, recallng this one that took place coming down a 70 mile straight lumber road from Idaho into Colby, Montana in 1963, will always bring nostalgic tears to my eyes.
At the bottom of this 70 mile slope I was going over fifty and did not see
the right angle turn at the boottom of the road before I came onto it.
Before I started this cross country traveling sales job, selling films to TV
stations across the Northen States. I promised myself for my own safety,
that if an animal crossed my path on the road, I would not swerve my car at high speeds to avoid hitting the animal and thereby lose control of my vehicle. This was a sensible decision I had to make, no matter how much of an animal lover I am.
Just as came barreling down this desolate logging road in my gold
convertible 1962 Coup Deville, I cut the sharp corner, drifting to the far
left shoulder of the road in a cloud of dust. I hit my accelerate to
increase the traction of my tires too avoid spilling into the desert shrubs.
And in an instant a young dog ran right in front of my vehicle. My heart
stopped beating as I ran straight over the doom animal, having conditioned myself to do so in that given circumstance. As I slowed the car down to a stop about a hundred yards away. I pulled over to the left shoulder, and looked through my rear view mirror back to where my victim should be laying on the road with bloody broken bones. But the road was clean of any objects.
I slowly began backing up my car, hoping to find the injured dog and give what care would be necessary. As I continued to check my rear view mirror, suddenly the dog popped out from the roadside desert shrubs onto the center of the road. 'That dog will surely get hit by the next car coming around that sharp curve', I thought to myself.
I stopped the car not 50 yards away, not wanting to frighten the animal back into the miniature jungle of thorny sage brush which was impossible for me to enter, and alighted from my car slowly.
In my childhood, I had acquired a lot of experience recapturing the many
family dogs that often broke away from our yard, so I knew before hand it was going to take time and patience before I could get close to grab, what looked like a lost dog.
Two hours later after some aborted attempts with the young pup running back into his cover of a thorny tangled sage brush jungle, and a lot of sweet talking cajoling, he came close enough to smell my opened hand beneath his nose, and with one swift move I had him by the scuff of his neck, dangling in the air with his teeth trying to snap at my hand holding him from above; he couldn't have been more than five months or so old.
Getting a rope around his neck from the trunk of my car took time as he
seemed to settle down. I tied him to a sturdy shrub; rolled down the top of my convertible, closed the windows, and gently and cautiously half pulled and half dragged the dog into the back seat.
A mile or so down the road I came a gas station in front of a general store and as I refilled my near empty gas tank after that 220 mile trip from the last gas station, I asked the gas attendant, if he knew whose dog it was in my back seat. He took one look and said, "That ain't no dog. It's a Coyote. They ain't no good. You might as well throw him away."
I had caught a wild Coyote with my bare hands. And I never threw Mr. Colby the Coyoty away!
Now you tell me your most memorable experience?
Black Sheep, did I lull you to sleep?
Thats a great story! I had no idea where you were headed with it. Lucky you didn't get bit, talk about some nasty things.

I'll have to think for a bit to pick one of my own but I wanted to say that was a great one.
Left Handed Compliment!

Thanks for the 'left handed' compliment about '"that's a great story!'and then you add a nasty tag like, '"talk about some nasty things"?
What in heavens name did you find nasty in my 'Most Memorable Experience' story?
You give a compliment and then you make a demeaning remark about my story stating, "talk about some nasty things".
That is what is known as a 'left handed compliment'.
Is that your nasty 'vernacular' style of moderating?

Black Sheep, always alert to sly slights


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I think he meant that coyotes are nasty, which, from what I hear, they are. You could've gotten really hurt, but instead, you ended up with a most memorable story! Really cool. :D I'm searching my memory, but can't come up with anything that even begins to compare.


Hahaha, that was rad. The story was cool too ;) got any pictures of the coyote to share?

Re: Left Handed Compliment!

Black Sheep said:
Thanks for the 'left handed' compliment about '"that's a great story!'and then you add a nasty tag like, '"talk about some nasty things"?
What in heavens name did you find nasty in my 'Most Memorable Experience' story?
You give a compliment and then you make a demeaning remark about my story stating, "talk about some nasty things".
That is what is known as a 'left handed compliment'.
Is that your nasty 'vernacular' style of moderating?

Black Sheep, always alert to sly slights
He was most definetly talking about the coyote being nasty. Just like I went on a tangent calling your other post rude, I really find it innapropriate for you to comment on how d nice moderates this site.

When I read d'nice's post it clearly ment to me that the nasty things where if you were bitten-- that could have been awful... leading to infection, rabies, who knows-- those sort of nasty things.

It seems very much a "right-handed compliment" to me. I understand that you seem to feel automatically defensive over anything he may say but I think in this case it is not nessessary. It's a good story. We ALL like it. :)
Joe, "nasty things" was in reference to the possible coyote bite and what would have gone with it.
How come everyone else was able to understand what I was saying and not you? Let go of your anger and suspicion friend. Just because I disagree with you on various swing related things doesn't mean I have some sort of vendetta against you.
Who has the time to devote that kind of energy into negative feelings? Certainly not me.


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Gotta say I agree with you, d nice. This forum is such a cool place to be, and even more so when we all keep it positive.

There's so much fun, kindness, experience, and knowledge to share, it would be a waste to spend even a minute on negativity.
Coyote photos

Since you asked, I have some excellent photos taken the month after Mr. Colby's capture and several photos of him at two and three years old. I'll mail them to DanceMentor to put them up on the forum. They will be in the Monday mail. I might be able to scan the photos.
DanceMentor has a Photo albumen I mailed him with another half Coyote I raised for 14 years, She was also born in the wild. The photo is on the last page of the Album. If anybody is interest, I'll tell that story.
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I'll still send the Coyote photos.
Black Sheep, a born teacher who loves to share.

Black Sheep said:
The story I posted does not deserve to have any derogatory statements attached to it.
You're right... but need I point out that it DOESN'T have any such statement attatched!!!???? Read the posts between your previous two posts in this thread! His intentions are clear and they are not derogatory-- now it becomes solely a question of your interpretation which no one execpt you can do anything about.

Black Sheep said:
I can't post a commentary without hippity hopalong flying Lindy, Texas Tommy desecrating it with his snide remarks, some might call differrences of opionion, I call them 'rude'.
This is a fine example of name calling (something I have yet to see d'nice resort to). Am I the only one who sees the irony that you are calling him names in the same sentence that you are calling him rude? :lol:

Black Sheep said:
I realize some of you will find fault with my attitude,
but why should that stop you?
Black Sheep said:
but I don't think moderators should have the privilege of editing my commentaries unless they have obscenities or contain libelous statements about any individual commentator.
He is not editing you! Is there a part of your story missing?? There's not a footnote documenting such which leads me to believe the answer is NO. The most libelling on this forum consistantly seems to come from you directed to d' nice as an individual-- this is my observation. The fact that I have even seen these comments of yours suggests that not much editing goes on here.

Black Sheep said:
D'nice has mis Quoted me several times where I was able to catch.
I have yet to find one of these misquotes please direct me to the thread (and page number) of this gravous injustice. I'm very interested in reading it.

Black Sheep said:
In my code of ethics, distortions by misquoting is worst then plagiarizing. It redefines the author in a negative way.
:lol: again! the irony? anyone? :lol:

Black Sheep said:
I vote to have D'nice removed as a Moderator. I find him harmful to the friendly atmosphere we had on this forum before D'nice came on board with all his verbose critiques.
I have found his posts to be consistantly insightful and educated... have you read the Biomachanics thread? It makes so much sense and it is this type of thinking that has proven most beneficial to my own dancing. Frankly, I would not spend nearly as much time here if it weren't for his posts. When it comes to lindy, there are few people I would trust more.

He also does not go out of his way to promote himself here... which I find to be a wonderfully respectful characteristic! But his qualifications are not difficult to reveal. I would recommend entering his name in Google and find out a thing or two about the man you are wanting to ostracize!
Blacksheep, you seriously need to let go of your grudge against D'nice. He has stated in this topic EXACTLY what he meant by his statement (which happens to be exactly what the rest of us thought was what he was saying) it's YOU that chooses not to except it. If you can explain yourself when someone takes your comments the wrong way it's only fair that you give the rest of us the same courtesy. Don't be a hippocrite! I honestly can't believe you have the nerve to call D'nice names and try to "vote him off the island". So what he disagrees with most of what you say? Are moderators NOT supposed to have an opinion? I have the same request as swing kitten when I ask that you provide links to these so called injustices you speak of.

In a side note, as the other moderators know, just as you say that D'nice's posts (or presence here) makes you not want to be a part of this forum I SAID THE SAME THING ABOUT YOU. I felt backed into the corner when I stated my opinion only to have you rip it apart with your long winded 'knowledge'. You my friend, are not the only one who has felt this way. Sit and think on that.


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Here's my view, and I'm not going to use anyone's name.

1. There are rules of engagement in this forum. We should all respect them, and each other.

2. Everybody here has something to contribute. For some of us, it's personal experience. For some, it's in-depth technical knowledge. For some, it's years of research and historical accuracy. Even the newest dancer has something to offer -- questions, and curiosity. Each of us needs to bring his/her own piece with honesty and integrity, as much as possible. Then we all benefit.

3. The purpose of a forum is to share ideas and to engage in healthy debate. Debate is not warfare, and it's not personal. Everybody here is intelligent enough to "listen" to the ideas expressed and draw their own conclusions about the validity of what's being said.
Composion #101

The word 'Grudge" does not define my attitude toward D'nice.

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Thanks for working on the photos, Joe, I'm looking forward to them! Coyotes are gorgeous animals, and can be faithful pets.

Blacksheep, maybe d'nice didn't say what he had so say in the "right way" but I'm fairly confident he didn't mean to put you down in a sly manner. He said it was a great story. Maybe you two should try not to respond to one another, I can't think of any other way this is going to get solved. Frankly, I'm tired of hearing/seeing "he said this" and "he said that". I'm not putting blame on you blacksheep, just so you know. You two bickering is putting everyone in a sour mood in the forums. Everyone is entitled to their opinions...but maybe sometimes they are better left unsaid. I also think you should cool it with the campaign to "fire" d'nice, unless you feel like you could and would do a better job.


Re: Composion #101

Black Sheep said:
I took it to mean the whole experience was a 'nasty thing' since grammatically it was tagged at the end of his statement not after the word 'bite'.
I don't want to be questionable or non-supportive of this, but physically and grammatically "nasty thing" came at the end of the sentence AND after the word "bit", which was the only verb or noun in the sentence.

Anyway, this is a great topic idea, I'd vote for hear some more people's adventures 8)

When I was living back east I attended the Rochester Mini-Lindy Exchange (a lindy exchange is a weekend long social dance event, no competitions, no classes, just great music, friends and dancing). After a great thursday and Friday night of dancing, and events all Saturday day and night everyone was feeling what we call "lindy love". That joyous feeling where you feel connected to all lindy hoppers on and off the floor, every song is wonderful and every dance magical.

I was sitting out one of my favorite songs, "Blues in Hoss' Flat" by Count Basie. Not so much for a lack of partners, but I was just having so much fun watching others dance.

That was when I spied a little girl off to the far side of the "Liberty Pole" Park. She was bouncing around to the music and dancing next to and around her mother who was pushing her stroller. She was the perfect epitome of the event. Moved by the music she was one with the rhythm... yes this two year old was on beat and so obviousely enjoying herself I just had to go and watch her closer.

I approached and she looked at me her eyes flashing, her smile contageious, and her kitty-cat face paint nearly breaking my heart. She and her mother were coming from a fair a couple of blocks away, and were just cutting through the park. I turned to her mother and asked, "Would you mind if I danced with her?"
"If she says yes you have my permission"
I asked and held out my hand and she said yes. It was transcendent. Proving that the Lindy Hop is not just some collection of learned steps and intellectual technique she moved with me as a partner should, freely interpreting the music but always watchign and listening to me.

I thought that being across the park the dance would be private. Just the music and us. Not so much. When the osng was over there was thunderous applause as the little girl recieved a standing ovation. So very beautiful, children, laughing and dancing to such wonderful music.

This story could never do the experience justice, but here was a picture taken.



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Great story, d nice.
Here's mine -- nothing to do with dance, though.

The first time I went to Ghana was in August 1994. I had friends there, who were relatively affluent by local standards, so they hired a car for me and protected me from mostly everything. I had a great, full, typical tourist itinerary. Lots of fun. Good food, great crafts, nice people everywhere. Akwaaba (welcome) everywhere you went.

About day six or seven, we were scheduled to visit two of the slave castles that dot the coast of West Africa (not just in Ghana, but in Cote D'Ivoire and other countries). I wasn't prepared for what I'd find.

When I got to the slave castle, the tour guide took me and my friends inside one of the "holding tanks" where slaves were kept for months, waiting for the next voyage to America. It was awful. Dark, and dank, and small. I stood there in the silence and semi-darkness, and in a moment, I knew for a certainty that the reason I'm alive is that one of my ancestors had been in that place, or a place just like it.

I can't describe how I felt. Stunned, and awed, and small. The reason I'm here is that, whoever they were, they survived the unimaginable.

I've heard that a lot of people weep, or faint, or break down, in that place. But that day, I gave thanks to my unknown ancestor. And I also took away the knowledge that if they could survive that, I can survive anything.

Wow. This story is hard for me to tell. I'm literally shaking as I type. Nothing happened, but everything happened to me that day.

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