A brave woman offered to be my "man" in a 2-couple dance that I knew reasonably well
but she apparently did not know well at all. We flailed about miserably until the
M.C. came down off the stage and half-way down a huge room to talk us through it, a
smiling and gracious host. It was not recently; it was at least a decade ago. It was
not even SCD, but ECD, at a Playford Ball in the San Francisco area. The M.C.? Oh,
that was a fellow named Bruce Hamilton. It was decisive, it was verbal, it was
visible. It was just the right thing to do. Thanks again.