My stepmother has some interesting friends.

So now that a 106-year-old Comanche medicine chief called Spirit Eagle has waved a plateful of burning sage around me, I think I'm about ready to start this next and final semester of college off right.
You know, a while ago I would've been a lot more jaded about that experience, but I just haven't been feeling the cynicism these days. Maybe it's because of all the traveling; maybe it's because I've met a few people who genuinely believe it's possible to change the world (or at least believe that believing you can change the world is a necessary thing). Whatever it is, I think I've become a lot more open-minded and a lot less prone to ironic detachment. And that's good. Probably.
Also, before I learned how old he really was I'd have guessed Spirit Eagle was around 80, tops, so he's got to be doing something right.