Family gatherings were always a nasty business

Family gatherings were always a nasty business but at Uncle Ed's Wake was worse. We were sitting at the dining room table quarreling when someone started playing footsie with me

I looked across and saw to my horror that eds girl friend was giving me the glad eye. She had fancied me a long time time ago but now was neither the time or the place, I looked

away from her, trying to disguise the feelings that were once so strong. Our eyes didn't have to lock for my imagination

because the shack was still there. No one could stop the love shack. It was relentless. A touch of frippery and fusion rock and bang! Instant love shack loops playing in your

love shack. Since the B-52s, love shacks emerged across the entire Western hemisphere, where any passerby may espy an undulating mass of oily neighbors enjoying the beauty

of hundreds of sweaty human bodies writhing in various stages of undress, while the 24-foot tall floor speakers blared classic artists like DJ Tiesto and Paul Oakenfold.

The DJ slipped on the sweat and hit his head. While the music was free of desultory scratchings, the clubbers provided their own remix: They dressed themselves and turned down the

lights. With the base turned down low, they discovered they had been dancing to the Maple Leaf Rag at 180bpm. There was a resurgance in illegal underground square dancing raves.

Next time on Exposure 210: We take an in-depth look at some of the families affected by underground square dancing in "Promenade Unmaid". I'm David McHammon. Goodnight.