Goodbye Buffalo

The guy with the banjo called himself Buffalo. He was a musician and an occasional friend. Cujo, the guy with the guitar, is a longtime karaoke patron of ours, and a friend. He and Buffalo played together in various night spots throughout our area, and made a cd of some of their more popular songs. Buffalo was part Indian. When Cujo got very ill there was a benefit for him, and Buffalo made a large dreamcatcher to be raffled off as a fundraiser. I won it. I only bought two tickets the whole night and won it. I also have a choker made of beads with an Indian pattern on it made by Buffalo. Val and I each bought one from him years ago. Once Colleen and I asked Buffalo how he got his name. He grinned a great big grin, turned around to make sure no one else was listening, and laughed, "Because I'm hung like a buffalo!" Colleen and I both got very red, but we laughed a lot over that. Buffalo could yodel, and I used to tease him about being an Indian who yodeled like a cowboy. He was also an Indian who played a ....Jew's Harp! Well, as you may have guessed, Buffalo passed away. I know he was diabetic but he did have some other health problems, too. His real name was Dennis Andersen. He had a lot of friends and will be greatly missed. If I knew how to put music on my blog, I would, because I would like you to hear his singing. I hope he is playing his banjo up there and yodeling, too, wherever Native Americans go after they leave this world.