A good friend dropped in to see me tonight. I am in the V.A. hospital with blood poisoning. Richard is an elder in one of the surviving California Indian bands, a frequent associate when I actually made a living in my degree. I have a few books here on the painted caves of France and Spain. We both looked through the timeless images of Bison, Wooly Mammoths, Horses etc. from that lost world. Richard became very thoughtfull and finally looked at me."Chris, how many starry eyed people have shown up at the digs,pow-wows,meetings and classes? You mean the ones with a dreamcatcher on the mirror, Navajo jewelry and a well thumbed copy of Carlos Castaneda? Yea,those people drive me nuts! Expect me to be all spiritual and have Eagles fly onto my arm." We both had a laugh. Then Richard looked at the books and said, " All the world's people used to walk in beauty. It belongs to us all. So, Richard, Want to go hiking when I get out? I don't know Chris. I have to work overtime this coming week." :roll: