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Charlene Torkelson offers a unique, low-impact program that can be
done completely from a chair. The safe, effective workouts are
perfect for people who need exercise but cannot place undue stress
on their cardiovascular systems or bones and joints. The book
includes: easy-to-follow directions; photographs for each exercises
that can be done with or without weights; and a checklist for
monitoring progress.
After an aerobic warm-up, Torkelson offers a 60-minute regimen
as well as shorter workouts. Tips for problem areas, deep
breathing, and stretches round out this healthful program.
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The Parade (Paperback)
Fay La Vigne; Illustrated by Charlene Torkelson
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R242
Discovery Miles 2 420
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Ships in 18 - 22 working days
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DISCO DEATH John Travolta strutted his stuff across the movie
screen in "Saturday Night Fever," and suddenly the dance world
would never be the same. Minneapolis was no stranger to the new
trends. Young teachers and students began to frequent the domain of
dancemaster Edward Garrett. His original choreography and
charismatic personality drew the rich and the want-to-be with-it
elite of Minneapolis and St. Paul. It also brought about his
demise.
For several years Charlene Torkelson has taught a series of
Writers' Workshops for those who would like to move from simply
putting words on paper to the next step of publishing their work.
This workbook is an outline of several topics covered in these
workshops. The ideas are intended to stimulate thought and
consideration for those who are interested in this process. Use
this guide to note your own ideas and impressions, set goals, and
create plans for this next step.
THE HOMICIDE HUSTLE "People, I need you to do hustle movements
behind the front principals that have large arm movements like
sweethearts and overhead wraps. Small movements will not show well
in photos." They were shooting jacket covers for soon to be
released disco albums. But by the end of the day something else
would be shot - or rather someone else would be shot. It was a
hustle shoot that would be more memorable than anyone ever
imagined.
THE WEDDING WALTZ WIDOW The air was electric with crowds of
soon-to-be brides, their mothers, and possible bridesmaids
scampering around the convention center. Groups meandered around
the hallways waiting for the big event of the day - the fashion
show. Little did they know they would be in attendance of not only
a fabulous fashion show, but witnesses to a homicide that would
leave one woman a widow rather than a bride.
T.J. Lincoln was one of the few in the prestigious Century Club - a
group of original ballroom dance studio owners who were founders of
a nationally known dance organization. Throughout his years in the
dance business, he had made and lost millions of dollars numerous
times. He was a seasoned veteran of the business. Now he spent the
majority of his time in his exquisite home along the shores of
Miami Beach, Florida with his stunning love Chelsea Rudd. Chelsea,
a dark haired beauty thirty years younger than T.J., capably ran
his Miami Beach studio while T.J. sunned beside his pool with a
cocktail in hand and a cigar in his mouth. Once or twice a month
T.J. made the trek north to his second studio in Jacksonville to
ensure his staff was upbeat and moving forward happily. T.J. didn't
need to advertise the Jacksonville studio as it was on one of the
busiest corners of the city - a constant reminder for passing
motorists to stop and ask for information. The building was unusual
with its log cabin like structure - wooden inside and out in a
rustic style that brought gawking stares from those upon entering
the front door. When visiting T.J. would stay upstairs in the
peaked attic of the studio in a less than elegant room decorated
with a single bed and several folding chairs for the staff to
linger after hours, chatting with the personable T.J. and helping
him drink his bottle of cheap whisky. This was always a highlight
for the staff as well as for T.J. Lincoln who loved mentoring these
young dancers from his years of business experience. He even loved
this grungy upper room - that is until the body was found. The body
definitely changed everything for T.J. Lincoln and his Jacksonville
studio.
Tyra Fields settled back into her seat gently pushing the
overweight man sleeping next to her back into his space. This Las
Vegas trip was the culmination of hard work. Hard work to improve
her dance skills. Hard work to claw her way to the top of the
profession. Hard work to find just the right dance partner. Someone
she could mold into the kind of dancer she needed to move her
career to the top. She smugly smiled. Little did she know that this
trip to Las Vegas would culminate with a loss - a loss that could
put all of the hard work in jeopardy. A loss that could end her
career all together.
THE COUNTRY WESTERN CORPSE Papa's was huge. The parking lot itself
was mammoth in size but once a person entered the double doors at
the end of the sloping walk ramp, the inside was breathtaking.
Tonight the room was empty except for a few uniformed police
peering into the corners of the darkened room and a team of medics
lifting a body onto a gurney. What exactly had happened in the
hours before when this person now dead had been laughing and
dancing? And who was this mysterious cowboy who died with his
dancing boots on?
TWO TO TANGO The car was flattened like an old tin can. Once
compact and small, it was now even smaller and certainly more
compact. The occupant of the car was a dancer, or rather a former
dancer who discovered it takes two to Tango. And that ended several
promising careers as well as a life.
MAMBO TO MURDER Festival That magical time of year when the dance
studios in Minneapolis were transformed into gala parties with
colorful decor. Amid the excitement and festive mood, the highlight
would be the "West Side Story" party when the Jets gang from the
Minneapolis city area would rival the Sharks from the suburb studio
in a dance-off. In spite of the friendly banter between these two
rival "gangs," at the end of the evening there would be an actual
body - a murder victim similar to the end of the Broadway version
of "West Side Story." Except this time it wasn't acting. This time
it was real.
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