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Reflections on a life filled with lots of good luck

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My Crow kin call me “Lucky.” It’s a relative thing. When the Whistling Water Clan of the Crow Tribe decided to adopt me, I was honored. When a clan uncle tossed in a Crow name, I was delighted. I was certain the name he chose would have something to do with my occupation – something like Story Teller, Scribbler or Big Chief Talking Paper.

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