We spent nine years of our childhood dreaming of our future and playing like we were American Indians because we enjoyed their connection to nature and their fellow humans. To become bonded to the American Indian, one would make a small cut on the arm closest to the heart while the Indian did likewise. Then the two would tie their bleeding arms together and swear their allegiance to one another for life.
Paul always said he was part Indian and wanted to perform such a ritual between us. And we did! Two 12-year-old boys cutting their arms with a crude jack knife and tying arms with a ragged cloth; we were now bonded for life.
Today I got a call from Avie; Paul has gone to the Great Reservation in the sky…I will say no more forever. *
* Not to be confused with, "I'll fight no more, forever." Chief Joseph


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