Like this piece in today's Roanoke Times does:
I took a moment all right. To wonder why Roanoke boosters - if they were boosters - would want to go back to Kansas with Dorothy, per Glinda, the Good Witch of the North's instruction.
But, if just for today, go ahead, Roanoke boosters, click your heels and enjoy the moment.
Click their heels?
But that can't be right. So I googled it. Turns out the Times wants people to adopt a move developed by Irish step dancers. To show their glee. Just before they're rushed to the hospital with a slipped disc.
Seems an odd way to celebrate.
But what do I know. I'm still trying to perfect my battement dégagé.