On May 4, 8:04*pm, " wrote:
On May 4, 7:45*pm, " wrote:

* *good to hear from you again. *tell ol willi i said howdy.

I will do that, Wayno. He told me about the NC adventure. We're
probably going to fish Duck Valley in Nevada this month, if the
weather cooperates, and we're thinking about a road trip in Alaska
this coming Fall.

Various and sundry ROFFIANS on Sabatical are missed and not totally
forgotten, but don't under rate the need for change as a motivator, or
over rate the old days. Glad to hear you guys enjoy gettogethers.
Willie always reminded me of DaTonka, the White Buffalo Calf. I wrote
this a while ago about the old days.

Photons ya say there Laddie. Why back in the day we all had them
little Titchy Girls. They were called Photons they were all bundled
up
in cellophane britches wid a pee hole in em. Parade round the city
all
decked out in crepe paper an munching Buffalo Hump sandwiches.
TaTonka?
White Buffalo Clan they was.
Its the tale of Datonka, don't even get me started.

TaTonka

So we're sitting there nipping at the p buttons in the cold, checking
out the stars and the lights from Page, Arizona a ways out.
The whole day in the dirt. Picking out shards, little pieces of corn
and rabbit bone.
Sometimes even counting mouse turds.
Packard's idea.
Trust a ****ing Hawaiian to find us this job.


Begay comes over and tells Packard it is cool.
"Just get in at the end of the line when everybody goes into the
hogan."
Packard nods OK.
No nausea, just like he said.
And then they start moving and we shuffle dance on in like the rest,
following the old guy.

Very cool inside, like a kiva. Actually its pretty real.
One side half out of the ground. They fixed a crumbled wall
with goddamn cinder blocks.
They are who they are so Im not wanting to be critical.
So damn tired. Just lean in and let it flow.
High drama, fire, log ceiling, Dineah singing. dineah.
That buzz. Like droning Tibetans on TV.
Nobody does this **** in Jersey, and for sure not in South River.

The old guy, doing a hop step, moves aside for a white Bison calf
who,
in a fast walk, crosses the room, runs through the door and out
into the night on the Kaiparowits plateau.
DaTonka

Dave