From the stoop of middle age, I see kids dancing in the street. And they look ridiculous.
Last weekend, I attended the wedding of my husband’s old friend. At the reception, I’d been bobbing my head and watching the dance floor, for a while. I was ready to dance but, wow, the people tearing up the dance floor were intimidating. The six people I knew at this wedding weren’t budging and it took a few songs to work up the nerve to join the dancing.