....and it was delightful!
The Cougar band (7 tribes from Oklahoma) were in town performing for Stagecoach Days, a local festival.
The Indians wanted to play till the "moon was above the trees", (about 1 AM), but the town had shut them down at 5 PM.
We offered our verandah, as it is 60 feet wide, and in a historic/museum/business district. They showed up with a huge drum, happy smiles, and songs in their hearts.
I have never had the fun of drinking with the Wagon Burners, (they giggled at the term as well, no ethnic slur intended or perceived), and I can tell you, these folks sure know how to have a good time.
Men, women, and even a little child were there, all singing Songs of the 49, (war and love songs, as they explained it). I brought back more Lone Star beer, and they sang a sweet Appreciation Song for us.
We had invited the neighbors down to watch, and soon the children on the block showed up.
Only men are allowed to touch or play the drum, and they invited Darling Husband, and Kar98 to join in. Kar98 now has an Indian name, Drums Like a Girl. [;)] *I* was relegated to the women's corner, but it was ok. [:D]
They shut down at about 1:30 AM, just as the moon rose over the big oak trees.
A warm pleasant evening, with good company, a lot of cheap Texas beer, and loud drums and singing; we had our own Pow Wow.
Very cool.