Yesterday I stood in or near my flag booth all day listening to singing and drumming, watching dancers, and talking to people.
Highlights:
A Native man bought a Scottish flag because his great-grandfather was Scottish.
Two German families came by and I found I could still speak German after all these years, and understand much of what was said. I was surprised at how shy I was of speaking. Let's see, it's only been since 1975, hey, wait a minute, that's thirty years!
Watching the fancy dancers bob around the circle, their bustles giving them birdlike outlines, especially when they bend over. I love the looseness of the good dancers. Get down, you guys, you rock!
Meeting a fellow blogger and writer. I almost fell over when he said something about knowing me from my blog. It was unexpected at the powwow! Then, when would I expect something like that? Ah, yes, I'd expect that when I'm performing, that's the answer to that. Ah Fairbanks, I love living in a small town! (And I do, I am not being sarcastic.)
Eating a buffalo bratwurst, which I have to say was the best brat I've ever had. And I've been to Germany.
The weather was perfect. Not too hot, not too cold, clear and just enough wind to push the flags into the air. Today looks to be the same. I'll let you know what Day 2 brings.
