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  • There is an old Japanese proverb that states "We're fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance". Three times in the past week I've been driving and spotted girls dancing. I'm not talking about a gentle little bounce and sway. I'm talking full-out, shake your groove thang dancing. On the side of the road, no less. Alone.

    After spotting the first one, atop a brick retaining wall outside Walgreen's, dancing a goth version of Goldie Hawn on Laugh-In, I found myself remembering fondly the 70's when quaaludes were cheap and easy. The only connection between the two I can make is that it would take about five of those big white babies to mellow me out enough to dance in public like that. The second sighting made me wonder if "corner-dancing" was going to be the next adolescent craze. When I saw the third one today at a bus stop on Hikes Lane, Mick Jagger popped into my head doing a little Dancing in the Street.

    How I would love to feel so unrestrained, not caring what people looking out their windows or driving by in their cars must be thinking. I used to be. When did I lose that sense of personal freedom? Of abandon? It was only yesterday, right? When did I start caring about appearances and looking foolish? Where did this ridiculous sense of propriety come from?

    Not too long ago, my daughter and I were talking and somehow the conversation dissolved into a discussion of our most memorable and funny farts. I know, I know. But it was glorious. I haven't laughed that hard in years. It was absolutely cathartic. I need to laugh more and dance often.
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