Powwows evolving from traditional to high-tech
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When I was growing up, my mother used to tell me about how much things had changed on the reserve since she was a kid. There were stories about hauling countless pails of water from the pump, chopping wood, fighting swarms of Indian-loving mosquitoes (without the benefit of OFF), wading through armpit-high snow to get to the outhouse while battling hungry wolves. You know, the usual.
