186 Beats per Minute
There is a reasonable limit to the number of consecutive times you can play Midnight Train to Georgia, and our newly constituted group of Pips veered dangerously close to it. Even The Sandman lifted his chin off his broom and started to worry he’d have to go to work sweeping the four of them off the stage.
On the other hand, they were glorious.
Not that there weren’t practical matters to work out on the spot. For starters, it took several passes to figure out who should stand where. With David and Carolyn both north of the 6’ high water mark and Frank and Red well south of the heights on their drivers’ licenses, this took some creative shuffling. Red and Frank also both wanted the coveted stage right “4th” spot.
“Keep this up, you two, and neither of you will get the outside spot,” Carolyn said. Eyebrows shot up throughout the theater. Her bossiness was effective, but took getting used to. “Besides I need time to think. David, please tap dance, and…
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