He was wearing a black shirt and black pants. Oh, yes, and a pink boa.
That's why I needed to watch Steve Wozniak's "Dancing with the Stars" debut twice. Everybody needs to watch Wozniak twice.
He showed the personal grace of royalty. He exuded the breezy joy of someone who, one suspects, has very little to worry about.
In an opening act that was effortful, but, at times, reminiscent of a varicose vein on cocaine, Wozniak chased his professional partner, Karina Smirnoff, around the dance floor and rarely caught a … Read more