I'm sorry I missed this. On the day in question, that which you reference in your opening line, I was literally engaged in a pelvis, a hips way if you will.
Here is an artists reproduction of the in counter.

I have zero flash bulbs of it myself. Which is probably a good thing. Every year the news stories remind me how old I am getting.

I have been brain frozen in regards to writing. But this is the closest I've come to being inspired to write. Thanks. I think there is a ballad in it somewhere, awaiting a rebirth.