Here’s proof that the unnameable Day’s—a.k.a. “holiday”, a.k.a. “holidays”, a.k.a. (rare) “holy day”—spirit is in all of us. Plus sure evidence that Shakespeare was right (yet again).
One grand lady is able to dance and even provide a modified version of jazz hands while still grabbing onto to her oxygen-carrying walker.
Note, too, the efforts of the lone man as he attempts to appear like a random shopper.
Also, thanks for coming by. This blog would be nothing without you and I am very grateful.