¡go, papí, go!

there are so many great things about the streets of new york city in the summer: lamb kebabs, crack viles, and prostitutes plying their wares. well, add the mother of all steet urchins to this list, dancing papí­! who is dancing papí­ you may ask? he is a 50 something, latino man who has dance moves that would make john travolta blush. outfitted in little more than spandex shorts, puerto rico baseball jersey unbuttoned to his navel, and fingerless workout gloves, dancing papí­ holds court just off sheridan square in the west village, jamming out and dancing for all to see with his fischer price boombox providing the tunes. in addition to his act, dancing papí­ also has a hype man (think george paterno to fran fischer) who periodically appears chanting "go papí­, go papí­, go!", which is really the jam to papí­'s toast.

when temperatures reach triple digits and emergency sirens are the soundtrack of the summer, it is essential that artists like dancing papí­ help keep our sanity. bustin a move like young mc on a nyc streetcorner is an god-given right that more people should exercise (or else the terrorists win), but until they do...thank god for dancin' papí­!