Growing up in rural Iowa, I knew a few Mexican immigrants. Another small town near mine had a meat packing plant that brought many Latinos to the area. Sometimes when driving, I would hear a stereo blasting accordion music or something similarly foreign to my Midwest ears. I never saw people dancing in the street when this happened, but it was obvious these energy-filled tunes were meant for that purpose. However, little could I have imagined just how much dancing could take place with these songs, and how inept it would make me feel when I couldn’t join in. … here to read more