Yeah, I'd say those were pretty much all Friday-night phenomena. Don't know what brought all that to mind, except there's a patch of winter in the air and it's Friday again, only 40 years later. I heard the Podo enjoyed some celebrity in the greater tri-state area for a few years after that, and eventually it was forbidden, outlawed, taboo. The world's stupidest dance craze, and I had a hand in bringing it into being as a footnote in the urban high school legends of the Midwest. I heard someone died doing it, but I doubt that's true. I heard some girl went into labor on the gym floor at New Trier High while everyone thought she was doing the Podo. That one's probably not true either.
Anyhow, I survived it, and if I've forgotten to thank God for that...maybe that's what I'm doing now. With Thanksgiving not long past, gratitude is the natural theme; and sure I'm grateful I survived that inelegant dumbness, but I might just be a little more grateful about having those inelegant, dumb Fridays in the first place.