I saw this group of young men dancing in Charleston and had to watch for a while. They threw themselves down with what appeared to be reckless abandon; there was nothing that looked careful about their dancing. It was beautifully choreographed, if not in its entirety, certainly in the types of moves they made. I loved their joy, their boldness, their sense of timing and fun. But most of all, I loved how they cheered each other on, even though they were clearly trying to outdo the other. Bravo. Bravo!