The Venture Begins

I saw my Native American friend from the Haudenosaunee tribe. We drank bliguht and chatted about things in the past. The chiefs' reservation is much larger now and consists of huge areas for massive future pow wows. He was very proud to show it off. The architecture was amazing, and the vastness of his property seemed limitless.



After talking for a few hours, he told me a story about his grandfather who was a fisherman that worked hard all his life. Although he did die about 50 years ago, he did leave the young chief with words of wisdom. One of which is that "anger is basically poison that you take in the hopes of hurting someone else." Interesting philosophy that holds a little merit. It seems like I was taking poison before I was ever angry, and this previous situation I have handled well. Feeling more hurt then anger.

I then went to AWB and drank summer ale. What a great place he has. We then saw the windmill and were in awe of its size and sound. AWBs’ place is awesome.