In a post earlier this week, I described watching a ‘break dance’ at the Miami Book Fair. Alas, another sign of age – identifying something with a decades old name when in fact it’s something entirely new. (Which shouldn’t surprise, since I stopped being able to identify most cars a l-o-n-g time ago.)
This morning, The New York Times informs me that what I saw is called ‘jerking’. Right name or not, I got one thing right. It was the best of sidewalk theatre. And I was grateful to have been right there.