On Dancing (Discovery for 8/19/09)

Once you stop dancing, you die a little.

            I used to dance all the time.  In my early twenties, we were out at honkytonks every Saturday night.  I ran around with all of my cousins back then.  We never went anywhere without each other.  Even when we weren't at a bar or a club, we'd find a way to dance. If we were in a restaurant that had a jukebox loaded down with good songs, we'd get up and dance.  Didn't matter if there wasn't a dance-floor.  We'd lean our heads back, close our e...