This is a quick read. The kind of short story the reader will dance through in no time at all. There is a new stranger in town. It didn't take the townspeople of Forest Hills long to recognize Johnny Fallon -- twenty-eight years had gone by since the young man had packed his bags, jumped into his 1957 chevy and headed out on a road to nowhere. A tragic accident had torn his young world apart. His family, his friends had all said their goodbyes, never expecting to see him again. Fast forward to 1989, Fallon, now a straggly haired, middle aged, tall and slender man, walks into The Tavern on the Hill...and the story begins. Known by many as simply, The Dancer, Fallon had made plenty of wrong moves for a quarter of a century.