Mitch Diamond first saw a Morris dance 47 years ago, at a folk-dancing camp in Massachusetts. He locked eyes with one of the dancers as the man leapt into the air.“You could just see this look,” Diamond said, waxing nostalgic after his own performance in Bethesda on Tuesday. “It was strong. It was earthy. It was primal.”He paused for a moment, reminiscing. Then he remembered the urgent task at hand.“Come on, guys!” he called. “We gotta get to the beer.” [ . . .  ]

Full Story: This troupe celebrates the earthy allure of a strange English folk dance. And beer. – The Washington Post