I knew her in college

The Pyramid Club, East Village, 1985. Sara Krulwich/New York Times

Today's New York Times has a supplement of dance photography through the ages. It features dance of all kinds. Toward the end of it, I saw this photo. I knew the woman on the right. She was a year behind me in college. Her name is Rachel.
Rachel was different in good ways. She was from the South, Tennessee, and the college was in Ohio. She didn't know how to dress in the north, so she'd wear a big down coat to the dining hall, take it off and be wearing a sleeveless little dress underneath. Logical, but it would be jarring to see exposed flesh on a February twenty-degree day, even inside. She was quiet but smart. After college, she moved to New York City, did nothing jobs, and became something of a fixture at clubs because she'd jump up on tables and counters and dance. She wasn't an attention seeker; she just loved to dance. She was small, maybe five-two, and would've wanted the space she could get by being on a counter. 
After a few years of this, she settled down, got a degree to become a veterinarian, moved to Seattle and did that for awhile. Then she quit that and pursued a career in her college major, which was art.
I bet she got a kick out of seeing this photo.