(I can't seem to log in from the computer that I use all the time. It must be a network setting because I can log on from other computers.)
I remember the first day that I did any dancing. It was the Saturday of Labor Day Weekend, 1997, and I was at a Cajun music festival near my home in Connecticut.
What a weekend it was! The music was great and I took workshop after workshop learning various forms of Cajun and Zydeco dance. The sun shone down on us during the day and even dancing under the tents was hot. The temperature didn't cool down until after dark, but the dancing inside the barn kept everyone hot and sweaty. Women smiled and were happy to dance with me, even though I know (now) that I was not good. But it was a great weekend.