This picture is tacked up on the wall of my cubicle. I picked it up at a museum photo display. It was free, and I liked it, and now I look at it every day. (Weekday, that is.)
The picture captures, as all pictures do, a moment. This one is a speck of time from August 1945. World War II had finally come to a close, and people were gathering across the street from the White House to celebrate … together with strangers.
And what did this group of soldiers, sailors, clerks and children do? Well, they formed a Conga line of course.
And in that moment, with hands on hips and grins as wide as America, they danced. Ba, ba, ba, kick! Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba kick!
I love this snapshot. I wish I’d been there, an easy three-block walk from my office. I imagine myself swallowing my shyness and my fear of looking foolish … and just hopping into line with everyone else. (See, that’s me in the back, the gray-haired guy with fedora and two-fingered victory sign.)
I might have even hugged a sailor or two before all was said and done.
There are days when everything changes, and this was one of those days. ~ Rebecca Stead in When You Reach Me
Wondering how to start your own Conga line? Well, I’m glad you asked … http://www.wikihow.com/Start-a-Conga-Line