Decades after the Pow Wow
If you look in the archives of this site for my post on August 19th, you will see a blog called Pow Wow. In it I describe fond memories of playing under the bleachers at the Macy Pow Wow in Nebraska when I was a little boy.
Now I want to tell you the rest of the story. It is a statistical improbability that of the few people who find my Shootin’ the Breeze blog on the internet, someone who read it was present at the event about which I wrote. It is not amazing that many people have heard of the Macy Pow Wow and that many have attended. What is amazing is that of the very few little boys with whom I played there, one would read it and contact me.
Orville posted a comment that he might be one of the kids whom I described as having made friends with me under the bleachers. He wrote:
“Hi….maybe I was one of your Indian playmates. I am from Macy and spent a lot of time under the bleachers and throwing knives. It was good to grow up on the Omaha Reservation. Good post of your memories.”