It was the in the last week of our senior year at St. Lawrence University when George and Charlotte were formally introduced. An empty dance floor in the center of the last tent party on campus would bring them together. Charlotte kicked off the night with a all-inclusive dance circle and beckoned George, dancing subtly in the corner, to come join in. He did and they danced. They danced, cavorted, and boogied till they puked. Not literally, but you get the gist. George invited Charlotte to end the night watching old 007 movies, she accepted, and now they're getting hitched. Funny what a little spring in one's step can result in.