Location: Seattle, Washington, United States

What you have here is an old guy. In education for 30 years, started teaching elementary, ended as library and media director of community college. I've enjoyed mountain climbing, sports car rallying, was pipe major of a bagpipe band, played guitar and sang during the folk revival, walking and hiking later in life. Now fairly sedentary. Enjoy reading, esp. mysteries and fantasy, but my reading is pretty eclectic. Enjoy movies, giving Netflix a workout.

Thursday, June 02, 2005

Reno Day 2

The next day of our Reno vacation was the running of the Preakness, the second race in the Triple Crown. So we stuck around our hotel room, watching pre-race commentary and several races on ESPN, then switched over to ABC to watch the Preakness. Anna couldn’t stand it and finally left to go downstairs to the Sports Book and lay some real money on five horses to win. I love to watch the thoroughbreds run but I’m not keen on throwing money away on them. I should have more confidence in my picks. I’ve been following Afleet Alex and should have bet on him. But I didn’t. He was coming on strong when Scrappy T bore out under left hand whipping by his jockey, went to his knees, recovered quite miraculously and came on to win going away. It’s a race that racing fans will remember for a long time. Next up is the last race in the Triple Crown, the Belmont on June 11.I’m going to have to tape that one as we’ll be away.

After the race was over, we got a bite to eat, then headed out of Reno for Nixon, a little town near Pyramid Lake. Our destination was the Veteran’s Day Powwow on the Northern Paiute Indian Reservation. We arrived about halfway through the dinner break. People were eating, picnicking, eating fried chicken from Kentucky Fried Chicken. Nope, I never did see the baloney sandwich on white bread which Indians often bring to powwows We found seats in the medium sized gym and waited for Grand Entry. Here in the northwest Anna and I are known by a lot of people at the powwows we attend. It’s a little strange to attend powwows where you are not known. You feel like people are looking at you and saying, "Who the heck are these people?" But we talked with a woman elder while waiting for Grand Entry, had a younger woman become quite friendly when she dropped her child’s blanket and didn’t know it and Anna retrieved it for her. Another elder passing by said to me, "You know you can use that cane for a drumstick." I grinned and said, "I often do." So we felt comfortable enough.

There were twelve drums, which wasn’t bad for a fairly isolated powwow. The host drum was Wolf Springs from Kaibab, Utah. It was a very solid drum with very good singers. The Honor Drum was Red Hoop. None of the drums were ones we had ever heard sing before. Grand Entry started and I counted 95 dancers in regalia. Compare this with 250 dancers and around 20 drums at the big powwows in the northwest. So it was a powwow the locals could be proud of. There were dancers from the Southern Paiute tribe around Walker Lake and quite a few from Utah. We were able to dance several intertribal dances with them. Around 11 we decided we had better return to Reno. It was about a 40 mile drive. Several people nodded to us as we left. I don’t know whether they were being nice to strangers, because they had seen us dance or just honoring us as elders. At any rate, it was good powwow. So much for the second day of our Reno vacation.


Blogger Bill said...

Those Indians have great wisdom. You can't beat a baloney sandwich on white bread.

6:47 AM  

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