American Things I Was Late To

I was 36 when I learned to skip. I know, I know. My friend Bruce, a 60-year-old, was pretty close to disbelieving when I told him. We were walking our dogs together, and he took the opportunity to show me, right then and there, even though there were a couple of other people walking on the path.

“See?” he said, and then I felt compelled to demonstrate that I did, after all, figure it out eventually.

(If it weren’t for a sequence in a choreographed wedding dance, I don’t know when I would have…