My son, Taraz, is in his early 20's, and hasn't a clue about what to do with the rest of his life. He's held some good jobs, starting at age 12, with a paper route, then doing parcels at Fred Meyer. He spent a year in Illinois, after getting training in digital media. He went to South Carolina after that, and worked in a radio station in a little town called Hemingway. While he was there, he went canoeing in a little lake, with an island in the center of it. He loved the solitude, after talking all day.
There were beaver in this lake, friendly beaver, who found all the sticks Taraz broke along the water. The beaver stripped all the bark off them, then left them at the water's edge. Taraz would find the sticks on a subsequent paddle, all polished, and it was as if they were GIFTS. And, he took them home, and carved notches in them. Added small carvings.
When it was time to return to Washington, he packed all 75 power sticks in his luggage, and not much of anything else! And, guess where they are now displayed!
