Over the course of the evening I added
a lot of wood to the fire. So did several other people.
What I remember more than anything else
was Don singing bluesy music, sometimes Bob Dylan, Grateful Dead, or
something else easily recognised, but often his own music. Then after a
while he would go quiet and Craig or TheBor would tell a joke.
Sometimes someone else would bring up a discussion topic. When that
happened we would all participate until it was done, at which point it
was time for another song or joke.
Sometimes I just watched the fire.
Sometimes I just found another piece of wood and added it.
We had so much wood it was like a
bottomless supply. Finally we stopped putting more on the fire so it
could die down and let people sleep.
When it got to be just embers somebody
said "Native Americans would use a fire like this for cooking."
