In last night’s spin class, the playlist included Bill Haley’s, “Shake, Rattle, and Roll. And much like when I heard it for the first time as a young teenager, it sent a wave of energy through me. Now I need such music to counter my lazy bones and inelastic muscles as I spin. But back then it was a release from the prohibitions on fun that came with living in a small town and growing up in the Catholic Church. Such music gave me and my friends, especially when fueled by the inexpensive beer that we illegally bought and drank on back roads, licence to dance up a storm at the local record hop with or without a partner. Often the latter was the case. But that didn’t seem to matter much because we were having fun and breaking social boundaries!