I learned to do the Texas two-step in my small farmhouse kitchen. My dad loved a good country western dance and his solution to long winters in Minnesota was to push the kitchen table out of the way, turn on a western radio station, and dance. He could dance a mean country swing and a proper two-step which he then taught to my sister and me. Bonding in this way kept us all active during the winter flurries and we’d often stay up late, breaking a sweat and breaking down in a fit of laughter by the end of the evening before retiring off to bed.
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