Fond du Lac Follies jetted to Phoenix, Arizona for an event at the Heard Museum. My wife Patricia accompanied me.  We didn’t make our reservations at the same time so we were not able to sit together on the three hour flight. It was no big thing because we knew rows 22A and 14F get to the airport in Phoenix at the same time. We had a delightful reunion in the Phoenix Airport.
The weather was cold and rainy. I was glad we still had our winter clothing on. So much for our escape from the cold of winter.
We become Holiday Inndians on the first night of the visit. 

The Fond du Lac Reservation's language camp will be held on June 13, 14, 15, and 16. Once again the location will be Kiwenz Campground on the north shore of Big Lake in Sawyer, Minnesota.
For those who never heard of our language camp I will offer this history.  The first year we had 189 people registered, the second year we had 400 people, third was 500 and last year we had 765 people registered.
Planning is underway for this year's schedule of activities.
At the language camp in June, Charles Nahganub will be showing people how to smoke food to preserve it.
If you want to learn how to make moccasins then Winnie LaPrairie's class is the one to attend.
Theresa Morrison will teach some of what she knows about beadwork.

Fond du Lac Follies jetted to Washington D and C.  I went to sign copies of my new book, Rez Salute, in the store at the National Museum of the American Indian. I also agreed to give a talk there about my seasonal life as an Anishinaabe living on the Rez. I also hoped to take part in the reading of the apology at the Capital Reflecting Pool.
I padded through the Security Check point at the Minneapolis airport and got redressed on the other side. I had removed my jacket, belt and shoes, had also emptied my pockets. The TSA people, the ones with the blue shirts, gold badges and purple gloves agreed I didn't look like a terrorist and let me proceed to the waiting area for the flight. I shoehorned in with the other passengers and had an uneventful flight to Reagan National Airport. I like my flights to be uneventful.
Publicist Liz Hill, a Red Lake skin, met me in the baggage claim area and escorted me to her car.

Mark Charles is the son of a Navajo friend who served in the same grunt outfits as me when we were young Marines. We have stayed in touch over the years.  
Mark Charles is working on a new project, he doesn't think the US apology to Native peoples was sufficient so he is gathering Natives from all over the US to come to Washington DC and in their own languages say what the apology should have said.        When the apology came out I wrote about it in the Follies and it is also in my fourth book Rez Salute, p 117.