There’s something so cheerful about polka music, even if it invokes a memory of a fierce lady instructor propelling me around the floor while shouting instructions to other dancers and lecturing me about how I was doing it all wrong while my friends snickered from the sidelines. What can I say? She was right; I’m not a particularly talented dancer.
Despite this traumatizing event, I still like a bit of polka now and then, as I was reminded when I encountered the Button Box Gang on July 4th.