He’s the kind of mouth and muscle you need in Little Italy, New York, in December when some sour grifter attempts to fleece you for the cost of a cheap “I (Heart) New York” sweater. 6 PM, FOLLOWING DAY: Al Sharpton goes off like a grandfather clock, booming and bellowing about 20 yards away from my desk at the other end of this studio in Rock Center. All the while his fat owner sits naked on a soiled recliner, ignoring the whimper coming from outside. Yes, the wire was foul, and I needed to take my mind off it, at least for a night. But he’s also the kind to crawl into town unannounced with hardly a dollar to his name and a heart so obviously broken that all he can talk about is how good things are for him lately. He cut short his didactic screed today to shamelessly pitch his latest book. Too much ugly news coming through the wire, and far too much Sharpton. Usually he will again go to her that night with his light in hopes that she will blow it out and accept him.While these Native American dating customs are very different they have a unique appeal to them.
He limped into town in the middle of the night, beaten and bitter. Or when a used car salesman tries to sell you a hoopty hidden under a coat of fresh paint. His tongue pierces and his eyes burn, and he knows when to turn it on. So it was recently that I’d received a text from the drifter, the rolling stone, late in the night as I slept lightly, listening to the clacking of naked tree branches violently snapping against one another just outside my window during a windstorm. He’s at it again, reeling about the bigotry and arrogance of the GOP, of Boehner and Ryan and other tea-type tarts. Kill two birds – meet him for a drink forget all about the maniacal religious who light up shopping malls with bullets & bombs in the name of their God, or maybe I’d rather expel the image of that dog, chained to a fence, left in the bitter cold. This part of the Native American dating custom is usually done with a special flute called a Courting flute.The young man will play his flute until the woman he wants comes out to see him. In the clothes she wears, in the way she does up her home, and in the way she lives her life. You marry an educated Indian woman, you marry her family. We don’t mean that in the physical sense, although, of course, there may be some women stronger than you. And by that, we don’t mean that she loves Holi or that she just likes colour in her life. With everything that she does, her life will never stop being colourful.