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It's amazing sometimes to sit at work and have people from out of town come in. The come in the store as nieve as a two year old child and ask where they can find the reservation. I live on the Seneca Nation Indian Reservation. When i reply and tell these people that they are in the right place and this is the reservation, some of the looks nearly of dissappointment baffle me. We are supposed to be people of one nation, in a melting pot, knowing of other cultures. They don't have to know everything, but it's as if they expect to see people running the streets in loin cloths and living in tipis still. Crazyness