Can't Put A Price on Education

No Brainer

I wanted to be entertained. Fancy billboards, neon signs, bright flashing lights, juggling clowns riding unicycles. . .this was too much nature to handle. Then, just south of Syracuse, was a hand-scrawled sign informing interlopers that they were passing through Onondaga Nation Territory. A real Indian reservation! Wouldn't it be neat to see arrows bouncing off the windshield? My grandmother was a full-blooded Cherokee, so perhaps I'd be spared the consequences of treading on sacred ground with a mid-sized automobile.