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Dancing with a star

I received this video in an e-mail from a friend.  Ginger Rogers, at 92 years of age, dances with her 29 year old grandson.  It starts out slow and staid, but then heats right up into a salsa. 
The great thing is, I still have almost thirty years to learn how to do this!

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  1. Sorry, it will take me more than 30 years to learn it.

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  2. Yes, sadly. Especially since I seem to have been born with two left feet.

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  3. I thought Ginger Rodgers died in 1995 at the age of 84. Either way.......this is a great example of how to stay young!

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  4. I can't tell you how much I love this. I don't care if it's Ginger Rogers or not. In fact, it's even better if it isn't because that way it's a normal person still dancing that way at an advanced age.

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  5. Yep, according to the official website, Ginger did die in 1995. So this Ginger wannabe is an imposter, and maybe she isn't even in her 90's. All the same, she is dancing with what appears to be a much younger man...plus, she is dancing! How fun is that?

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  6. Wouldn't she be great on dancing with the stars? I'd start watching again if she(who ever she is)did. You go gal.

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  7. Who cares who she is, she's fabulous. I couldn't do that now.

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  8. I wish I could dance like that at any age. What a gift.

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