I am home, Grampa has been officially, loudly and racausly declared 90. There's no going back now! I sincerely wish for everyone that you live to 90 and have the both the balls and the means to throw yourself a party. Not just any party though, a party with at least 4 generations present, a live band (with fiddles) and caters (so none of the previously mentions 4 gens have to do the dishes!)
When I am home later I will post some pics that prove, beyond a shadow of a doubt that I cannot square dance - at all. I can however bust a serious groove later to a great band at the bar with my little bro!