I was 9 the summer of 1976 when we made our first trip to the Western Mountains of North Carolina as a family. (For those of you who are doing the math... STOP IT RIGHT NOW!)
Anyway, while we were there we made a trip from my aunt's house on the side of the mountain to the Cherokee Reservation. It was a long time ago, but I remember being fascinated by the dancers in full regalia (especially the ones that were my age) as they performed for the gathering spectators. Anyway, there was a few other thing that I remembered very strikingly... this moment.... Three things to be exact. One, the seventies were not fashion-kind to anyone. Two, that bear was so hot that if I'd actually sat on it I'd have had serious burns. And Third? By far I had the coolest cousin for putting up with me over the years. He may not be so nice when he realizes that I've unearthed this little gem. Love Ya, Steve!