Tales to be told

I have survived my second day on the craft show circuit. Not an easy feat but VERY interesting. First the people - some have been doing this for over twenty years - cowabunga! These craft show people whom I am now one of them are the nicest people to meet. They go out of their way to help one another and to offer assistance. They are also extremely talkative.

Take Bill for starters - Bill is a registered Cherokee. He says he has the papers to prove it. Perhaps he keeps this information so he will not be mistaken for an illegal alien. Wasn't E.T. an illegal alien?

So to be a registered Native American does that mean you come with papers like an AKC registered dog? How does one go about getting registered? He states he has spoken with many law authorities who have stopped him while picking up precious stones on state land. He pulls out his registration papers and the law officer backs away and lets him keep his precious stones. Even I know it is illegal to remove anything from state or federal land but old Bill has the right.

Bill is a very loud old feller with red hair and blue eyes. He would be the strangest looking Native American I have ever seen. But he lets everyone know he has his registration papers and also that - yes - he can posses gator heads, tails and deer legs. Interesting does not come close to describe Bill the self certified chief of his clan. Actually he calls himself the mayor or something to that effect.

Old Bill has eaten just about everything that Florida and Oklahoma have to offer. Possum is his favorite. He has seen and wrestled every beast that walks the earth except for Big Foot but I'm not too sure about Big Foot. Perhaps he hasn't gotten around to that story yet. Maybe tomorrow.

There are some that have no objections to hanging out their dirty laundry for all to see. As for me I'll use the washer and dryer and not my words.

Tramp Stamp

It has nothing to do with the postal system.

I am not a fan of tattoos, it's a taboo for me. I have a low tolerance for pain and every time I see a tattooed body part I feel the pain. If you want to show off your individuality - wear a t-shirt with a stupid saying. Like the one I used to parade around in. "I'm with stupid", and an arrow pointing to my right. If you want to adorn your body with fine art buy some Native American ghost beads. I have mine and wear them all the time.
When one is 20 something the tattoo is most definitely in North America as one ages the tattoo slips down into South America on the body of a sharpei. You may have to lift the wrinkles and folds to even find the tattoo. So buy a t-shirt, they come in all sizes, colors and you can display your heritage, lack of heritage or your look alike cartoon character.
Back to the Tramp Stamp. I have seen young ladies and some that obviously are having young thoughts with their bar code prominently displayed on their back door. They always seem to wear the correct clothes that only cover up a tiny portion and show the stamp to all that pass by. I have seen these bar codes for years and cringe with the pain that travels down my backside. So, yesterday I heard someone refer to them as -Tramp Stamps - and I nearly fell out of my chair - laughing. I should do a body check on my two girls.
As for me and my body I will continue to wear t-shirts and ghost beads and Livestrong bracelets to own my identity.