BROKEN ARROW

iT'S 5:44 A.M. 65 degrees, dark and Patrick Patrick got up and crawled into bed with Junior.

The only Indian artifacts I ever found, numbered three: a shard of pottery I found in Florida out in the woods, in my youth, near a neatly excavated square hole in the ground that consisted basically of discarded crushed oyster shells mixed with fishbones (an ancient dump) and the two I found in the last several years here in Indiana. The first was a very nice banded slate pendant, butterfly shaped ,with hole drilled in the middle, of a common type, but it's broken in half. Found it out in the field behind the barn. And my very first arrowhead, a very small flint head, found not far from the kennels, probably used for birds, and again broken. I don't know if it was broken during the knapp or broken when it it hit some game. I like to think it provided some young Indian boy with his supper, a couple of hundred years ago. Every year I walk the fields after plowing and after rain storms, but that's all so far... except for a few pieces of worked flint, it that counts... So it goes. PS: (There is no pottery to be found in the ground in Indiana, has something to do with the climate, they disintegrate...) PPS If I see one more black Louisianna hurricane victim on TV complaining because the Federal Teat got ripped out of their mouth for a few days, I think my head will explode!!
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