I was out in Chicago this past Saturday, hanging out with these two kids, one of whom I'd only known for about three weeks and the other one of whom I'd only just met that night. We'd been to a bar that seemed suspiciously like a lesbian bar, then made a long train/cab ride to Wicker Park, where we spent some time at a bar that was essentially TGIFriday's for indie kids. On our way to the next stop for the evening, we were joking around about something or other so I wasn't really watching my step and I kicked this random thing on the ground. At first I thought it was just a discarded bottle or something equally unimportant, but I glanced back behind my shoulder as I passed it and see this glorious little piece of handicraft. The picture is muddled and fuzzy but it shows this little plaster dreamcatcher, complete with plaster rocks on which is perched a plaster bald eagle with outstretched wings and real feathers. Man! On the bottom of the piece, there is a little sticker that reads: "Not Native American made as defined by 25 U.S.C. 305 ET SEQ." Naturally, I had to take this found object with me, so I stuck it in my purse and carried on towards the rest of my evening.
And, oh, what an evening, indeed.