Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire

GINGER ROGERS AND FRED ASTAIRE If Jesus Christ were a dancer, He would have danced like Fred Astaire around the room with Ginger Rogers. He'd have danced on the air with Ginger because he was a gentleman, and his passion was like the shepherd boy on the Grecian Urn that Keats wrote about who was forever perpetually young and loving; forever wrapped in a dream-like illusion from which he never awakened. Fred tapped his hat on his shoe and bounced it back on his head with the tip of his cane. He glided like a gazelle. He moved like God Himself and Ginger, his Goddess, was never more beautiful than when she reflected all the loveliness and innocence of womanhood; unattainable, yet cherished like the maiden etched on the Grecian Urn. Janet Marie Bingham