Inside the Pasadena Masonic Temple on a Saturday night, it’s the 19th century once more. Women in floor-length gowns that balloon out from the waist and men dressed in military tailcoats are streaming ...

The young man was there that night as a “taxi dancer.” He held me firmly by the arm and inched us through a boisterous crowd on the dance floor while I tried not to faceplant in my long dress. We had ...