Mr. Manning was apparently the "Ambassador of the Lindy Hop" and the "Master of Swing." How do I know? Because yesterday was Mr. Manning's 95th birthday and there was a rip-roarin' celebration. We only caught the tail end of it as we were wandering around Central Park, but man was it a sight to see.
Unfortunately the Master of Swing wasn't there to see it--he died in April. But that didn't keep his fans down. These "cats" could swing.
One of the many reasons I love this town, just a stroll through the park only to stumble on a Lindy Hop dance celebration.
Oh, one more thing. They took pictures of the celebration. Pardon the lack of a decent zoom lens (hint hint, birthday's in October, preesh), but I had to snap a pic of this photographer taking the picture. Yowza, now that's dedication.
Stay tuned. We're headed to Maine today! Pics and posts to come . . .
1 comment:
How fun...I guess that's one of the great things about CP is there is always something different and new!
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