The Great Spirit is dead. The Creator is missing. The time was the mid 60's, the place Wreck Bay, a windswept stretch of wind and sand and sea along the west coast of Vancouver Island. In those days dogs could speak, just like human beings, so this meeting was not as strange as it sounds, at least not for that reason. Well, got a lot of mail urging me not to quit but the cigar goes to Chief Clarence Louie of the Osoyoos Band, with Darrell Boissoneau of Garden River a close second.
People come to expect it of elders.
The rains stopped, the sun poured down like honey, and Ojibway drums thundered out a welcome to a thousand people assembled for the fifth Annual Traditional Gathering on the Serpent River First Nation ceremonial grounds in Cutler. Maybe it was all those Indians heading towards it. I have no idea how the Micmac say it. Haven't got a clue what the Haida say. What the other 600 plus First Nations in Canada use for this abomination is a mystery to me.