Ed Komenda: His wife standing next to him, Clyde Cressler kissed another woman on the dance floor.
Her name was Elaine Seckar, his ballroom dancing instructor at Arthur Murray Dance Studio in Lemoyne. It was there, under the lights of the chandeliers, dancing over the worn grain of the ballroom floor, that she showed him a temporary cure for the Parkinson’s disease running through his legs like pins and needles.
“It was on the cheek, of course,” Clyde says.
It was the simplest way the 68-year-old business owner from Mechanicsburg could express his feelings. The pain he had felt for so long had disappeared.
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
His wife, Carol, understood. Her husband had seemed to overcome, if only for the length of a Beatles song, the disease that had destroyed his sense of normal.
No, it wasn’t a new medication that saved him.
It was the tango.
1-2-3, 1-2-3.
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