I pulled a couple CDs off the shelf yesterday that I hadn't listened to in a long time and drove to the next town to run an errand. I put the disk in and turned up the volumn of my old favorites, Robbie Robertson and the Red Road Ensemble. I love this hauntingly beautiful album. The music is Native American. It set the mood for a little daydreaming. Since son-in-law Michael is part Native American, when they have children our grandkids will be part Native American. I guess I am a wannabee like my mom was. I am delighted their children will have that cultural heritage. They actually belong in America. Such injustice was done to the aboriginal peoples. When we shudder at atrocities committed against people around the world, cultural cleansing, we must realize we aren't too many generations from the same actions. But many have survived and I think it kind of just that they are profitting from the casinos. I am not endorsing gambling, but no one is forcing anyone to gamble. Maybe they will get some of what we owe them back a quarter at a time. http://music.yahoo.com/release/51719
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