Jack of Harts

There are a lot of Indian Nations in Northern Minnesota so I grew up seeing them all the time. Fishing on the lakes, hunting in the forests, gambling in the casinos. I even attended some of their rain dances and such. The first time it was for school credit. The rest were all me. I’ll be honest. It was the pretty dancing girls that brought me back. I played it off as enjoying the cultural exchange, but the parents weren’t fools. Neither were the girls for that matter, but they were always up for a willing dancing partner, and most boys just don’t do that well. They’re afraid of making missteps and embarrassing themselves. I stepped on a lot of toes back then, but we laughed and carried on, and I am happy for that.