For weeks after Standing Rock, the smell of smoke and ash permeated my hair and skin.
The early morning calls to the sacred fire pulled people from all over camp out of their beds; you could hear the low voices of women, the scampering of children, and the chopping of wood and you could watch the stars fade as the sun rose.
A piece of land in the Connecticut River, between Brattleboro and Hinsdale, N.H., was once the center of entertainment for Brattleboro area residents. Now barely noticeable, there once stood a grand pavilion and baseball field. And it all started 100 years ago this summer. It was in 1909 that...