When in the Marine Corp, his Drill Instructor caught Ron sleeping and demanded to know what work Ron had done before. "Sir, a dancer, Sir!" Ron responded. "What kind of dancer?" the D.I. asked. "West Side Story, Sir!" The instructor had just seen the (then) new movie in a theater and said, "Show me!" Ron stretched, did a couple pliés, and then - in heavy boots - did the Sharks dance right there at the gym. The D.I. was very impressed and let him go, unscathed.
