by Michael Gos
Choosing the Venue
I learned to do the Texas two-step at the Quihi Gun Club. It took me almost 20 years to do it. I really have no excuse though; I had lots of opportunities. In the nineties I had two different offers from students willing to teach me. One occurred at a formal dance on campus, the other on a student trip to Kansas City. I turned down the first because I knew the initial stages of learning to dance are always awkward and I didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of dozens of my students. I rejected the second because Missouri is no place to learn to two-step.
A few years later I had another offer at a small, private dance in West Texas, but it just didn’t seem right to learn something so important to Texas culture in the party room of an apartment complex.