Browning, MT story
One of one - I didn't know about reservations, it was just an abstract concept; as a Yukoner, however, Edna knew all about First Nations people and their reservations. So, we head up to the north end of GNP and stop in Browning for, I dunno, fuel or something. Head into this gas station/convenience store, and everyone there is milling around, shuffling about like extras from Dawn of the dead and we (I) can't get service. Frustrated, I said aloud, 'What the fuck, is this some kind of fucking Indian reservation?' The whole place went quiet and she quickly escorted me out. I've passed through since, but haven't stopped...