By Norm Tessman
It's an icy January evening in mile high Prescott, and the contra crowd arrives in sweaters and winter jackets. In the old armory on East Gurley Street, a band is warming up, and people chat excitedly as they wait for the dance to start. Perhaps the only uniformity in dress is that many of the women sport longish floral-print skirts, the better to swirl when you swing. Guys wear wash pants and cotton shirts, or t-shirts and jeans, with their emphasis on comfort
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