My first recollection of a slow dance is from about the seventh grade. I was really excited to be there with this girl named Ashlee. Super cute, dad had money, and she had an overbite just like Dana Plato. What more could you ask for? If I remember right, the song was “Heaven” by Bryan Adams. Her head was on my shoulder and all was right with the world. Problem was, we grew up in an area that featured some of the most conservative chaperones in the world. About half way through the song, an old bird makes a beeline for us, puts her hands between our midsections, and while pushing us apart, says, “Ya’ll leave room for the Lord.
Jason Isbell
