Y'all Come Sit a Spell

Come sit a spell. The coffee’s good, and today’s question has me thinking about a song that changed my life.
For me, the answer is “YMCA.”
About 25 years ago, I had just gotten to the club with friends who were visiting from out of town. We were on the dance floor, in the middle of the M and C, when I heard a pop in my knee. There was a tingle, too, but I flexed it and everything seemed fine. So I kept dancing.
No alcohol was involved. This was sheer joy, and apparently a healthy dose of youthful confidence.
A little while later, I tried to go down some stairs. My knee had apparently reconsidered the whole evening and decided it would not be participating in that activity. I stayed out because my friends had come all that way to visit. The next morning, though, my knee was enormous, and I couldn’t put any weight on it. A couple of weeks later, I had surgery. Part of my meniscus had sheared off, and my ACL was frayed.
These days, I still dance once in a while, but I’m a little less enthusiastic than I was back then. And when “YMCA” comes on, I chair dance. My friends don’t trust me on the floor, and honestly, after all this time, I can’t blame them.
So yes, I have a song that changed my life. It gave me a great story, a lasting memory, and a very specific dance-floor rule. The Village People may have meant for everyone to get up and move, but I’m perfectly happy singing along from my chair

Come sit a spell. The coffee’s good, and today’s question has me thinking about a song that changed my life.
For me, the answer is “YMCA.”
About 25 years ago, I had just gotten to the club with friends who were visiting from out of town. We were on the dance floor, in the middle of the M and C, when I heard a pop in my knee. There was a tingle, too, but I flexed it and everything seemed fine. So I kept dancing.
No alcohol was involved. This was sheer joy, and apparently a healthy dose of youthful confidence.
A little while later, I tried to go down some stairs. My knee had apparently reconsidered the whole evening and decided it would not be participating in that activity. I stayed out because my friends had come all that way to visit. The next morning, though, my knee was enormous, and I couldn’t put any weight on it. A couple of weeks later, I had surgery. Part of my meniscus had sheared off, and my ACL was frayed.
These days, I still dance once in a while, but I’m a little less enthusiastic than I was back then. And when “YMCA” comes on, I chair dance. My friends don’t trust me on the floor, and honestly, after all this time, I can’t blame them.
So yes, I have a song that changed my life. It gave me a great story, a lasting memory, and a very specific dance-floor rule. The Village People may have meant for everyone to get up and move, but I’m perfectly happy singing along from my chair