Thoughts about a part-time white kid.

Growing up as the youngest kid in a family of five, keeping a diary was out of the question, at the very least I would have been ridiculed, probably beaten up. Much as Junior was. There is one major difference, it would have been my own brothers doing the beating. Boys growing up out in the country as I did, just did not keep a diary, sort of an oath. Now that I'm older and I hope wiser, I wish I had kept a diary, nay, a journal, so that I could remember all of the fun I had as a kid and with who. Most of the names have slipped now. I believe that Sherman Alexi kept a diary for that exact reason, to keep track of his memories, good, bad or indifferent.

I happen to have a most deluxe lifeboat for getting through life. When any little problem arises, all I have to do is talk to my wife and it seems as if life gets better with each word. I can be having an issue with an item and it can be as simple as her walking in the room, and voila, I've got a solution. Does anyone believe in mind melding. Since meeting my wife there have been dozens of times when we spout the exact same thought at the same moment. Weird I know. But it works for us.

I love when Mr. P tells Junior "If you stay on this rez, they're going to kill you. I'm going to kill you. We're all going to kill you. You can't fight us forever. I love the fact that a teacher is sitting down and telling a student the truth so straight forward. On so many reservations you can see kids that are pretty much just wasting away, not caring about anything because nothing or nobody cares about them. I've been through several reservation from Washington to Minnesota and it seems as if they are all very similar.