re: #3 Eventual Carrion
I think that’s kinda mandatory
The first time I went to a “country” bar was a place called the Neon Cactus in West Lafayette, IN. It was in a former Sears or Kmart building, so it had a dance floor in the middle and little mini bars around the perimeter. The waitresses all wore short pants under ass-revealing chaps. And there was this constant Nazi-like line dancing going on in the middle on the dance floor. I was young and impressed with the waitress get up, but was repelled by both the cowboys and their gals stomping out unsyncopated beats to songs about a simpler life.