Felicia's story reminded me in turn of the morning I went to a Pueblo near Santa Fe for a corn dance. I had been invited by a young man who lives there, and I was standi ng at one corner of the plaza, trying to figure out from his description where his relativ es lived. Two elegantly dressed ladies in their late 50s came up to me and one asked me where the pueblo was. I did a mental double-take and told them they were in it; this is the plaz a at the center. They looked around, digesting my information, and then the same lady sa id, "Oh, no, this CAN'T be the pueblo! See, over there there's modern doors, and see the glass windows up there?" I tried politely to explain to them that people lived in tho se buildings and had modern convenience, set atop foundations going back 800 years. They pol itely thanked me and wandered off, probably thinking I was deluded, searching for some thing that fit their delusion. It may be just as well; they would REALLY have been bl own away by the dancers in Taos Mocs and Nike sox! Tom -- Tom Vaughan \_ Cultural The Waggin' Tongue \_ Resource <[log in to unmask]> \_ Management, 11795 Road 39.2 \_ Interpretation, Mancos, CO 81328 USA \_ Planning, & (970) 533-1215 \_ Training