In 1967, I went to the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania to live with my mother, Dee, and my stepfather Dale Crews.
My grandmother had kept me away from them except for a few summer vacations for twenty years.
They were a popular ballroom dance couple who were the opening act for stars in the showrooms of Mount Airy Lodge and Pocono Manor Inn. I enjoyed basking in their regional fame.
In the Pocono Manor showroom after dancing the tango, my stepfather Dale would grab a mike and say: 'Tango is the dance of love. Dee and I have danced it for so long we have a dozen kids."
He paused for the laugh, then he'd say:
"No, we've just got one great kid. There he is."
The spotlight hit me, and I waved to the audience.
Then Dale would conclude: "Please tip him so he can afford his own apartment."
The audience laughed again.
