As I type this, it's 3 a.m. Today I'm going to my first sweat lodge in well over six years. It starts around sunrise, at an Ojibwe Cree dude's lodge, somewhere near North Liberty. My friend Sterling, from the Writer's Workshop, invited me. Sterling grew up in Montana & feels like out of place in the land of corn. Said, "Want to come to a sweat?" I said "Sure. But, damn, I didn't realize there was an Indian community in Iowa City." He said, "Yeah, I'm it, I think."
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