Pick an Apple, Put it in the Basket

My uncle "Butch" spent his glory years as a hippy ladies man and surfer in the 1970's. So glorious a time he had in that decade he was once mistaken for a woman and asked to dance by a big burly dude because of his long shiny white-blonde California Surfin' locks. 3o years later, all married and settled down now, Butch taught me how to do the Hustle. We've got a in barn in Vermont where you can find us on most warm summer nights having an impromtu and booze-fueled barn dance to the hits on the 1960's Wurlitzer. "Pick an apple, put it in the basket," he said to me when the song came on one night a few summers ago, "That's how you do the hustle." It's safe to say we picked apples and threw them in baskets for hours. It's our juke box afterall, every song is free.



"Do the hustle!

Dee doo dee doo... dee dee doo dee doo,

Dee doo dee doo... dee dee doo dee doo

Dee doo dee doo... dee dee doo dee doo

Dee doo dee doo... dee dee doo dee doo

"Do the hustle!"



Now I don't see the "picking of the apple and the putting in the basket" diagram in the attached photo, but trust me: Butch knows what he's talking about. This is a dude who wore polyester zip-up-the-front jumpsuits and platform shoes at one point, ayite? Ayite.