Many years back I rode my bike up to Daybreak Star in Discovery Park and found myself at the Seafair Powwow, a big event with drums and chanting and dust. There were beads for sale and photographers with giant lenses. I bought fry bread and wandered around, not knowing what to do at a powwow as an outsider. I stood on the edge of things, let the deep bass of the drumming bump up against my insides, and felt very much like a tourist observing a tradition I couldn’t crack.… continued…