Chief Gomo Rendezvous

Yesterday Nancy and I attended our very first Pow Wow and all I can say is "WOW"that was some Pow. It was officially called Chief Gomo Rendezvous and it was held at Shore Achers Park in Chillicothe from Friday thru Sunday. Basically it is a get together of Native American enthusiasts and wannabees. They have food and craft venders as well as demonstrations of traditional dance and music. It seemed there was a palpable degree of hostility and frustration because the Port-a-Potty(aka Shitter) was full and all the obese native and not so native Americans had to walk at least a city block to evacuate. As I looked around at the participants it was obvious too me that one shitter could never accomadate the amount of fecal material produced by this group. Who is responsible for this fiasco? What committee was in charge of waste management for this event? And who the hell is Chief Gomo anyway?
Nancy and I each purchased a necklace from a balding long haired tatooed vender from Rock Falls who lived in Dixon(Nancy's home town)at one time. I suspect Nancy had sex with this guy in her younger days. Anyhoo, I bought this cool, and might I add quite manly, necklace with a real badger claw pendant. It was $12 and it was so me, since I have been known to "badger" significant others. Well, when we got home I put the necklace on the coffee table and forgot about it. Last night I discovered it was missing and immediately suspected Sophie the dog took it. Sure enough that blind geriatric cocker spaniel swiped it off the table and proceeded to chew that badger claw and rip it off the necklace. There is little left of that claw. This morning I'll make arrangements to put that dog down.