There's a dance. Good time. Grandma is dancing with her grandson. The song is a little fast. A little kid on the side is watching. They're good dancers. They have danced together before. Grandma doesn't dance as good as grandpa. The kids are really watching; it must be something good; not going to miss a thing. More elderly in the background telling stories. There's a man wearing trousers, maybe laying down, all tuckered out. That man is resting his leg on the chair. A bunch of men in the back enjoying their time. A family party. Could be. They're dancing to a waltz. The kids are leaning on something; benches or something. They're balancing themselves on a bench so they don't fall over. They're nosy. They sometimes learn something that way. It's grandma, her grandchildren, and her great grandchildren. She's too much like grandpa. Grandma is at a good age. About 70. The other guys don't know how to dance. Maybe she's teaching her one grandson how to dance. They didn't want to dance too fast. A party. An old-fashioned dance party. Maybe grandma owns the place. 1940s. They're pretty happy.