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Bonnie and Clyde first came into my consciousness about the time I realized black-and-white TV shows were byproducts of technological deficiencies rather than earthly deficiencies—the world, to my amazement, had always been in color.

But at a very young age this was hard to understand. History, for me, was black and white, good or bad, right and wrong.

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The sun is out. Cars are lined around a field and a few people are walking towards the Ambush Museum.

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A voice comes over a PA system and in front of the town hall is an older man with a jet-black-dyed comb-over. An hour later a reenactment of a Bonnie and Clyde bank robbery begins.

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All parties raise their firearms. After a moment of scripted shouting, blanks begin to pop and crackle throughout Main Street. A sheriff goes down. Bonnie drops her bag and runs back to grab it.

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We set off to find a place in the field to put our blanket down and have a drink in the shade. As we walk across the street, I notice a corrugated mobile home in the distance with large plumes of smoke drifting out from behind it. I look around, wait a few minutes, and when no one shows, I walk around to the back. Two guys are there, one manning a giant drum grill, the other sitting on a foldout chair.

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Children stand up from the curbs and the small parade starts to filter down Main Street before making a left turn right in front of us and heading past the field. There are a couple of old-timey cars that go by. A family of four, each one on their own four-wheeler.

Finally, an old convertible passes with Boots sitting like a flagpole in the back. He has on a white cowboy hat and is wearing a checkered dress shirt.

For the most part he looks ke ahead, but he waves occasionally, like a king passing his subjects.

The final car rolls on past and the PA system comes back on. The final event will be held in a few hours at the ambush ror eight miles away.