We could hear the music as clearly as if we were right in front of the stage. The singer was a soulful piano playing blueswoman that the crowd was loving. She played Ray Charles, which got everyone singing along, dancing and hollering. When night fell, we leashed up the pups and headed across the street to see everybody and listen to the music. Chevy and Baker are like the pied pipers of children. Kids flock instinctively when they see dogs that look like huge white teddy bears.
After socializing for a while on the museum lawn and the Stancills’ porch, Ben and I came back home to sit in our own front porch adirondacks under the ceiling fan. The crowd began to dissipate and we just left the candle lantern burning so our friends walking home would know we were still a part of the fun too. It felt like early fall tonight, which is so unusual for June in Mississippi. I was chilled, actually.
And I could tell that this is one of the nights I know I’ll always remember when I am old.
If you weren’t there, you better come next year.