Dancing with the heart

H er voice was surprisingly clear, bridging the miles between Rome and Atlanta as if she were calling from down the street. My wife, Susan, was excited. After all, this was her first trip abroad. Her first night in Europe. She had returned from a long walk through a city full of celebration. This was the summer of 2006. Italy was on its way to winning the World Cup, and Romans were in a good mood. Soon, Susan would link up with our daughter, who was completing a University of Georgia study

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