While waiting for the bus in Davis, I noticed a gaggle of morris dancers milling about in front of J.P. Licks. They were in full regalia, so I can only assume that they were preparing to dance the forbidden dancethe safety dance one of the many traditional male fertility dances of the English countryside. Now, I love a good folk tradition with roots lost to history as much as the next guy (ok, perhaps more, but I have "a problem"...), but this one is lost on me. The idea of a group of men with jingley bells strapped to their shins skipping around and waving hankies doesn't exactly conjure images of virility for me.
