NEVER FORGET

Thanksgiving. Is one of my favorite holidays. Long time readers know I was born on the holiday in 1957. My annual trip to Indiahoma, OK makes it a particularly poignant celebration. Right in the heart of the government’ s forced relocation of the vast majority of the Native American population. Always gives me pause to to reflect on the misfortunes bestowed on the original stewards of this great land of ours. Please take a moment from your indulgences to be mindful of their plight and condition, it was their land first after all.
No internet or computer where I am, this magical droid of a phone making today’s musing possible.