We Were So in Phase in Our Dance Hall Days

When photos fall into my lap or arrive on my doorstep or appear in my email inbox, I enter a trance to imagine what was happening at the moment the shutter opened. I deduce that this picture was taken on prom night after the dance--but I can't divine more than that. Deneane is still wearing her beautiful lacy red dress, but Chris appears to have shed his fancy clothes. (Note hairy knee.) Deneane is smiling at the photographer; Chris is laughing with glee. Deneane is posed like a lady (albeit with a plastic cup instead of the fine crystal she deserves); Chris is either waving to the room or slapping her on the back in camaraderie and good humor.

Deneane has a daughter in high school now. She wrote a post here last August, so click that link read more about her life in South Carolina. In fact, she is such a talented writer that I wish more of the blog had come from her.

Chris has been in touch via email on a regular basis, so let's close with part of a message I received from him this week:

I read up on Andy, and now that I think about it, I could see him being a teacher. The pictures are great of Grad Night. You know we were the first class in St. Tammany to ever do that. If you remember, I had to fly in because Coach Stephens would not allow me to miss baseball practice for the state playoffs. At the time, I had no choice but to fly in a day late and miss the fun night all together.

Thanks for putting the family on the blog. When I get some time, I will send you a blow-by-blow from college to now. It's been a great ride. Keep up the good work; it brings back a lot of good memories. The best four years of my life... Buccaran didn't lie about that.