A short video from Summerfest shows people dancing; my goodness, I remember cutting a picnic table or two in my time. My friend Doug and I were unabashed in our appreciation of the music, much to the amusement of passersby and chagrin of those with whom we came. It probably also explains why we were unable to impress women we saw at Summerfest.
Why, I once went to Summerfest alone and danced on a table by myself. That shows the depths of….well, something.
I haven’t been to Summerfest in a decade, but watching the video takes me there again.
