Tent boy is reading one of my Navaho books on the prophecies painted on their spirit rocks in Monument valley. I’ve seen ’em. Part of a rock sheared off, so, even the Indians aren’t a hundred percent on what’s ahead. These Indians. Not the Hopi. Their fortune telling abilities are well known to all tribes. Oracles say they came from the inner depths of the earth. They say it will happen again. What transpires in the near future will make the survivors be called, the Termite people…Years ago, my Uncle Curly took me to a wealthy man’s ranch in Flagstaff. This man had an entire sixty by fifty barn converted into a museum for Indian relics. Huh? I say to my Uncle with a whisper, half way through the tour, “This guy’s a fucking grave robber!” My Uncle just nodded and grimaced. This man still hadn’t paid us for dynamiting a road up in the Superstition mountains for one of his claims….This man had stolen from every tribe on the continent. Pathetic…