Back in my wild and wooly days, Friday and Saturday nights were spent at either Boot Hill, small and disreputable, or Clovis City Limits, racetrack dance floor. The country hits of the day, and I was struggling to adapt. I was always a rocker, closest I came to country music was Lynyrd Skynyrd and the Eagles. But I could dance. Damn skippy. I loved two-step, country waltz, and the occasional jitterbug if I could find a partner. I haven't been dancing in 20+ years, unless you count the occasional rug-cutting in the living room if I can get one of the Cute Chicks to dance with me. Mostly they roll their eyes and run. Don't know what set that off, but this came to mind when I considered shooting the TV during Obummer's press conference.