Late in the evening of Aunt Maisy's send off, a cohort of cousins—from Florida, Virginia, Maryland, Jamaica, New York, New Jersey and the Bahamas—decided to make a video of themselves doing the Harlem Shake. With one of their uncles holding the camera, they did take after take on the back porch, with festive and absurd hilarity. As we watched the playback on the living room TV, the cousins decided the old folks should do a Harlem shake video, too. We were game, and we did. And as we jumped around ("like poppy show" my cousin Maureen said) and waved our arms and wiggled and jiggled to the music, my son shook his head and said, "Only Aunt Maisy could call up such a ruckus." He spoke true.
And one more.