A Night with Norma: Harlem’s Spirit in Pescara It was the summer of 2016, in the warm, open-armed air of Pescara. The kind of Italian night where everything came together, as the sea hums swing and we all have a glimmer in our hearts. There I was, seated beside a legend— Norma Miller. The Queen of Swing. The last First Lady of Lindy Hop. At 96, she moved through time like it was a dance floor. Sharp, funny, glowing as radiant, as she could but 100% unfiltered and Harlem lady. Her hearing might’ve faded, but her soul? Never. So I had the honor of being her translator at this event, her echo, her bridge, on those golden evenings before the festival's main dance event and after our classes. We sat at a modest table, at times I was getting glimpses of the Savoy Ballroom, as she inserted from her memory and set stories among us. Dancers came like moths to flame— beautiful Italian Lindy Hop souls, hearts open, with questions for Norma as if she were an oracle. And tru...