When I was 24, I went to visit a friend in another state. He asked if everyone wanted to go polka dancing. I didn’t want to be a wet blanket, so I went ahead and agreed to follow the pack. It was actually a lot of fun, although the only song I actually knew was The Chicken Dance.
Most of the women were, at a minimum, twice my age yet they all danced me under the table, leaving me gasping!
Watching this 90-year old reminded me of that event!
She’d better have better insurance than ObamaCare! Just in case she breaks a hip!
