For those who have been following my broken neck story, you know I am wearing a halo device which makes me look a little like Frankenstein's (or is it Frahnkensteen?) monster. What you probably don't know about me is that my wife and I are "into" ballroom dancing. We belong to a dance club that has monthly dances. We are in our '50s (just barely). The average age of the rest of the club members must be somewhere between 70 and 80. We are goin' to the dance Saturday night, baby! (We may even dance if they play some slow, belly-rubbin' songs.) Hope they let me in without a jacket and tie on.