Marilyn's Diary

My Uncle Herman was really hip. I mean he was just groovy. He loved to do all the things that young college kids loved to do in the 1960's.

He played guitar. Smoked pot. Grew out his hair. Especially the hair in his ears. And most of all he loved to dance.

If you didn't know that he was a seven foot tall green skinned monster you would think he was a Negro. He could do the Twist. The Stroll. The Mashed Potato. The Watusi.

Every night I would set up my victrola and we would play records and dance and dance and dance.

But there was one dance that I loved to do with my Uncle Herman.

The Horizontal Mambo.