Earlier this week, we met the rapper MC Hammer at a very cool, hip, and happening party in SF.  He was gracious and elegant, and very kind to my son with whom he talked for a long time. They discussed my son's tenor sax playing, the music scene in the East Bay, and the revitalization of Oakland as a cultural and "foodie" destination.

So, for this open thread, I could not help but revisit Hammer's break-out hit from the days when I was a young television news reporter. I worked with a cameraman named Joseph who used to call me his "fly girl" because I was, well, fly. I am no longer fly, just fifty and arthritic. But I recall studying these very hip-hop moves in classes at the gym, oh and what fun we had. And how great to remember it now. Mr. Hammer, if you're watching: thank you for your wonderful conversation with my son. The photo we took of you two is fabulous!

Please feel free to keep the conversation about any and all things Iowa, and Anon, here. (If Anon posts, let us know for God's sake!) And for all her American exceptionalism, I say, Mustang Sarah, "U Can't Touch This."