"CC placed a hand on Scott's forehead and concentrated; nearly a minutepassed before he dropped his hand and stepped back. "All done."A moment later ...Scott's eyes fluttered open. "... ing with my mind!" How do you feel?" Fine." Scott looked between the two, "You did something, didn't you?" Tell me your name?" Dr. White asked."It's Rhonda Torres." And are you male or female?" I'm a woman. Come on doc, what's going on?" Wow, you've gotten better with that CC. He doesn't even realize whathe. His Great grandfather's bow, his father's special process for making bowstrings and nock glue for the arrows. Knives and points that he had made from flint, and from metal, along his life's journey. He seldom went to the hunter's fire and told the stories of his father, Broken Stick or of the hunter's whose stories he'd been entrusted to tell. So few remembered, and those that did were too busy trying to find someone to tell their story once they had journeyed to the spirit world as well.. I cannot go there at this moment but I know how we all were affected by those events on that horrible day.I will note this one to follow up on as I know there are stories to relate to in my memory banks.I mentioned how we were finishing up our school year in North Tonawanda. With the impending trip I think all of us kids were excited, and scared, as to what was going to happen. Mom and dad were fighting less and less. I sometimes can see that they were barely interacting at all.My brother. As the wedding grew closer things did get crazy. Elizabeth planned a dinner after the wedding, Texas style. Bo had agreed to man the grill, which would produce steaks and barbeque chicken for the guests. There would be a salad bar and several other sides. They would make bite size desserts because everyone would want a piece of the wedding cake. Elizabeth and Victoria had made a special trip into Alpine to order the wedding cake. There were other places they could have gotten it, but Elizabeth.