Thursday, March 1, 2012
I've written about Jan and Lana so often on this blog that I don't need to introduce them (do I?). They are the dancing stars, the soon-to-be movie stars, the team that keeps me honest in a Norah Jones waltz, the instruction that burns but lasts.
Here they are, dancing at Philadelphia's Thirtieth Street Station.
Because that's how good they are.