To find Leonard Peltier on my ballot as a presidential candidate. I thought it was the Leonard Peltier, and I was right. Several coworkers I spoke with had no clue as to who he is. If I’d not had a ten-year friendship with a Navajo whose family members had been loosely associated with the American Indian Movement, I might not know this either.

Only in California. It’s a phrase I hear quite a bit since moving here.