I have always had a strong fascination with the Native American culture.    My first cross-country road trip was at four years old when Dad bought the new Chevy Impala with the bat-wing fins on the back, loaded up the family and took of to explore Route 66.  I spent most of the trip glued to the window looking for  teepees or “Indians” on horseback on the horizon.  One of my earliest childhood memories was stopping along the roadside at an “Indian Village” to watch as they performed a ceremonial dance wearing fringed, beaded leather buckskin clothing and elaborate feather headdresses.   I was mesmerized. Continue reading →