Norma's class was a killer, but it was great. She kept screaming, "No no, it's the same step! You've got to be on the beat!" and "Stop looking at your feet!" The class went from fifteen couples to seven couples to four couples to just two remaining. And at the end of it all, Forest and I ran through it one more time and she said, "That's it. Somebody finally learned it!" I bounced around like I'd won a million dollars. My Lindy is finally tuned. I asked a good dancer to dance Lindy last night and didn't feel shy about it. This is good. And I'll never forget her laugh.