I can recall several times I’ve wanted dance down the street. Have I done it? I have not.

And why? The list of reasons seems endless. People will look at me! I’ll make a fool of myself!

Okay, those are the only two reasons—but my ego is a delicate gossamer web, and I don’t dissect gossamer.

Anyway, I realize now the error of my ways. I especially regret not taking advantage of the world’s best dancing-in-the-streets scenerio during the five years I lived in New York. I mean, if you’re gonna do it, you should do it there.

But the streets (all three of them) in my tiny midwestern village better watch out; I’m about to dance out loud, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

To see my inspiration, just watch this.

Sometimes all it takes is one goofball to lead the masses.

P.S. Old guy whose chose to dance to Eminem: I love you.

 

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