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Some time ago, South Dakota passed a law prohibiting abortion. In defiance, the tribal president of one of the local reservations, Cecelia Fire Thunder, declared that if South Dakota wouldn't provide those services, the reservation would.
She has now been suspended from her position, and abortion services have been prohibted.
She has now been suspended from her position, and abortion services have been prohibted.
AH HA!
After years of half-hearted searching, I have finally found that which I seek. You see, when I was younger, we lived in a trailer park. Behind one of the lots was this spindly little tree. It was a nice tree. Even nicer, it produced blackberries!
...no, they weren't blackberries. But I was about eight at the time, and they /looked/ like blackberries, and they /tasted/ like blackberries, and there were no thorns, so that was good enough for me. We ate well! But since I've gotten older, I've always wanted to know what the hell that tree was.
Now, thanks to the power of Google, I do know.
So thank you, Mister Black Mulberry tree, for yummy and entertaining times as a youngster.
After years of half-hearted searching, I have finally found that which I seek. You see, when I was younger, we lived in a trailer park. Behind one of the lots was this spindly little tree. It was a nice tree. Even nicer, it produced blackberries!
...no, they weren't blackberries. But I was about eight at the time, and they /looked/ like blackberries, and they /tasted/ like blackberries, and there were no thorns, so that was good enough for me. We ate well! But since I've gotten older, I've always wanted to know what the hell that tree was.
Now, thanks to the power of Google, I do know.
So thank you, Mister Black Mulberry tree, for yummy and entertaining times as a youngster.
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