Sweet memories, these. I remember holding up the wall for most of the junior high sock-hop, until I finally marshalled enough courage to ask foxy (the "hottie" equivalent of the mid '70s) Maribel De Leon to dance with me to "Stairway to Heaven."
Nothing since compares to the awkwardness and disenchantment of having to, um, disengage and somehow fast dance when the song disentigrates into the head-banging "and there's a wino down the road" part. A cruel bait and switch for which I've never forgiven Led Zepellin. -Julius
