Some years ago, I walked into a banquet hall to help a friend from another agency clean up after an event. I don’t remember what this event had been for, but it was ending in a banquet room that had been made smaller through the use of those heavy curtains that are dragged across a room to divide it. I came in and saw I was too early to start loading things into my friend’s car, so I leaned against the wall by the door. A big Native guy sitting at the first table to my right smiled at me and made some comment that made me laugh. He was one of the artists selling books and tapes at the event.
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