So this amazing person came in the store. He had wispy shoulder-length silver/grey hair under his hat and these small round old-time glasses with dark lenses attached. He came in wanting to know if this was the museum where he could talk to the Indians. As I tried to tell him about Tamastslikt, I realized that he was quite high. He could not focus on one thing for longer than a span of a sentence or two before catching onto a tangent. Apparently he is a photographer and a writer. He told me about his travels in the Congo, with corrupt border guards that enslave people and pygmy elephants that leave trails deep into the jungle. It was quite interesting stuff and I believe that he would have talked to me for longer, but we were about to close when he came in so I had to encourage his departure after a while. He apparently wanted to talk to the Indian elders and get them to build a "real" sweatlodge in his backyard and teach him how to net fish for salmon. Good luck, Sir, and thank you for filling my evening with such interesting tales. :)
Sidebar: A tour just came in (finally!) and there was only 16 of them, but they bought 9 of my tin whistles and a handful of twig pencils. Yay the things I've introduced to the store are sellers! Especially when we don't sell much else. ^_^
