I got home from Trail Town this afternoon, unloaded the car and then took the dog and went to the mailbox without changing my clothes.
Lady next door, African-American, just moved in with her sister who's lived there maybe five years or more, took a look at me, laughed, and asked where I was going dressed like that.
I'd talked to her 10 year old daughter yesterday while I was loading to leave, so I told her where I'd been and what I'd been doing.
She wasn't all that interested in shooting, but was real fascinated by the costuming part. We talked for about twenty minutes and I didn't think much more about it until a few minutes ago. I went out to make my usual rounds and let the dog run a bit before bed and she and her husband came over and we talked some more.
The biggest concerns were safety and if there were any black people there or would they look stupid. I mentioned a half dozen African-Americans, then threw out the fact that I'd had my son's Mexican in-laws with me part of today, and that I'd seen at least a dozen Indians, several Orientals, and some folks that must have come from another planet. At the end I mentioned Hopalong Cassidy and Abe Lincon, both excellently done, and the husband perked right up.
They're going down tomorrow to check it out and taking the kids with them. She'll be checking out clothes and he'll be looking forr all the folks who he remebers from early TV and his school history classes.
You neverr know...!