When I was in middle school in the 60's, my mother had me go to a dancing class called Top Hatters. It was a coed class, held once/week for months, that taught everything from waltz to tango, and you haven't lived until you've seen a large room filled with gangly, geeky 12-year-old kids.

Picture a bunch of awkward kids, the girls towering over the boys, being taught how to dance by Mayberry's Aunt Bee look-alikes, taking their mission very seriously. Whenever the parents would come to observe, I've never understood how they were able to stifle their laughter.

I'm looking forward to seeing how these dances should really be performed.
