While on vacation in St. Petersburg, Florida, I would go out in the morning to get the good light. I saw these kids come dancing toward me. They were going to school. It was 1982 - the height of Thrillermania, they all wanted to be Michael Jackson.
I started to take pictures. They saw me and continued to dance towards me. I kept backing up to keep them all in the picture. I talked to them and took the address of the kid in the red leather jacket. I sent copies of the pictures but the letter came back as a wrong address. Some day soon I will send the pictures to a St.Petersburg paper and see if they can find the kids as a human interest story.
When they were talking to me thier bus came and they ran to get it. I wonder what life had in store for them.