If you've been reading for a long time, you may recall my days as a country line dancer back in Nebraska. I joined a line dancing club with my uncle and regularly attended their weekly meetings at the Ken.o Cabana as well as weekend outings at local country bars. I was the youngest member of the club by a good twenty years, but that never stopped me from having a great time. My uncle recently returned from a tour in Iraq and the C.ountry Kickers were all at his party to welcome him home. Since moving to D.C. two years ago, I haven't been doing any dancing, but fortunately a few came back to me right away.