Wednesday, October 12, 2011

More Of Cherokee. Where We Part With Our Money.

This is the Touron Street. And now, we are the Tourons. We always get something here. Usually knives, for the boys, including the grown-up ones. We have several beautiful hides we've bought here and a carved wooden triple tiered plant table. And don't forget the moccasins. I'll be getting a few more items to bring home. Remember, I need more stuff to replace stuff I lost during Irene. Not. Grizzly day. That's gray and drizzly.

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