Beauty School Dropout

At Cliff and Arlene’s wedding, I got to dance with Cliff’s Dad. He’s a dead ringer for Reagan, and managed to make this stiff-legged klutz do the lindy hop. I knew where he’d learned it, too. At 18, he’d landed on the beaches at Normandy. He never talked about it much at home. When he and his brother came back to New York, they tried to figure out how to put it behind them. Priority numero uno was to meet girls. So, 20 years old, wearing demob suits, the six foot four inch Mott brothers went to Beauty School on the GI Bill.