There are many days I think this place is so nuts without decent trolls, I want to shove a pencil in my brain (no, it isn't in my ass). There are also times I have just left for weeks or a couple of months. Today, while it was fun for awhile in some whacky diaries, I thought it would be time again to take a break. But then I read Indians 101: The Southeastern Ball Game by our beloved Ojibwa and I remembered what actually tethers me here.
If you have never read any of Ojibwa's diaries, your education is not complete. He is an astonishing historian for all the Native American tribes who were our stewards before they were displaced, marginalized and watched their landscapes ravaged. Ojibwa is our Indian librarian for ancient treasures and contemporary tragedies. He is the Library of Congress on Indian Affairs for me.