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I went with some friends to this festival last weekend, so I figured I could post a little bit about it here.

Farmington, Illinois, is just what its name implies – a tiny farming community about 40 miles west of Peoria, which isn’t too bit itself. Farmington must have been originally founded by Itialians, ’cause they now have an annual festival celebrating that heritage. I’m okay with that, but I draw the line when some “small town hicks” get up on the flat-bed-truck-turned-stage and start singing Motown classics. Seriously – it was a whole group of caucasian farmers up on the platform singing songs by The Supremes, Arethra Franklin, and the like. “How’d y’all like to hear sum ‘Rethra?” The music was performed well, but it just didn’t jive with me.

The saving grace to the afternoon – well, besides the BEAUTIFUL weather – was this dude.

Apparently his name is Seth, and he was there with his family, who were seated next to us on the lawn. Seth is a Dancing Fool! Allow me to narrate the following pics:

Seth swingin’ the hips.

Oh darn, the song ended. But at least he was clapping!

With a dejected look on his face, Seth returned to his family while the Hicks introduced the next song. I think they (the band) were actually trying to tell a joke during this break, but I was too busy trying to snap decent pictures of Seth so I didn’t pay attention.

YES! Another song begins.

The hips were swingin’ again.

Twistin’ around, back and forth.

He was really gettin’ into it when the stranger approached.

Uh oh!

Run awaaAAAAAY!

She TOTALLY killed his jive.

After the strange lady left, he danced through the rest of the song. Then he collapsed in blissful exhaustion.

Like I said, Seth made a strange afternoon all better. Aren’t little tikes so cool?!

PS – I thought that White Guys had no rythm. Well, Seth puts all of us “whities” to shame, ’cause Little Dude TOTALLY had rythm.