Seeing the Arthur Ravenel Jr. Bridge over the historic Charleston, South Carolina harbor is to me what seeing Cinderella’s Castle is for kids visiting Disney World: awe-inspiring and exciting! Most of the major bridges in my hometown area resemble its cantilever predecessors and what few that are cable-stays span but a fraction in its size. The highway span over the Cooper River is much younger than the ones back home too. Albeit, apart from my personal connection to the area, I’m really not sure how to justify my excitement for seeing a bridge, of all things. My emotion feels a little goofy without the context…
“The Black Plague during an election”?I don’t put much stock in conspiracies, so as one who has “lived through” the bird flu, swine flu, zika, and ebola pandemonium, I just have a “this too shall pass” mentality towards this novel coronavirus.
Most styles, genres, and artists have hopped on the bandwagon and added their stamp in some way to Christmas/seasonal/holiday music. Yet its the cheeriest, cheesiest, oldest, and overplayed of it all that gets embraced, isn't it? Does "Feliz Navidad" make you feel loco? Is someone going to lose their own two front teeth if you hear the hippopotamus or Mariah Carey songs one more time? Have you even heard three different versions of "Carol of the Bells" (or some other song) within a twenty-five minute time frame?
Monday Leaderboard (combining scores from both rounds)
Monday Leaderboard (Combining both individual scores and bonus points from dance-off round)
Monday Leaderboard (combining both team and individual dance scores)