So Johnnie said that she had never seen a Native American before, which, of course could not be possible, as she lives in Arizona. She must have thought that any Native Americans she saw were hispanic, or something - anyway, it was funny. But we went to the game and there were very few of us - we stuck out like a soar thumb! Ken was busily introducing us to any and all of the students that he knew, one of which was Marquez. He was wearing marching band pants, which sort of look like snow pants. He was with a girl named Ariel. We found out that Ariel goes to the Southern Baptist Church there in Whiteriver, and Marquez has been going there with her recently so we decided to go there on Sunday. After the game we went to a ministry house called "The Kennel" where the kids hang out - met some other folks and saw Ariel and Marquez there. This is a picture of them "playing" at the game - sorry it is fuzzy - the bleechers do not stop moving as everyone is walking up and down and everywhere.
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