Peter and Johanna are lovers and best of all good friends. They are about to embark on a celebration of her first one-woman show at a major gallery. But there is more...much, much more...to this celebration. And the best is yet to come.Did you ever stop to think about how many people's efforts went into the creation of your environment at any given moment? Someone had to make your clothes, the room you're in, and every other object in your life. Wouldn't it be cool to take a peek into the lives of some of those people? Especially if both the objects and their creators were remarkable individuals.In this story, Peter and Johanna are celebrating their respective achievements together. They are, however, unaware of the backgrounds of the creators of the objects they are using in their celebration. But we get to look briefly into the lives of those who provided the accessories to this celebration. And their stories may be even better than Peter and Johanna's. You be the judge.

This story is a brief memoir on the life of a 100-year-old Indian whose lifetime encompassed the birth of the transcontinental railroad and man’s first steps on the Moon. Of course, he had his own unique perspective on the whole century. And quite a perspective it was.One day I became aware that the completion of the transcontinental railroad in 1869 happened exactly 100 years before Neil Armstrong put the first human footprints on the Moon. My next thought was that there were people who had lived through both! What an amazing lifetime that would be. To be born in a time when there was no way to go from New York to California without traveling by horse, wagon, stage coach, or on foot at least part of the way, and dying in a world where men walked on the Moon.That was the inspiration for this story. It allows us to peer into the heart, mind and soul of a Nez Percé Indian, Joseph Longeyes, as he looks back over his long life, a life that spanned the century in which this nation’s frontiers move from the wild west to the Moon. It is not just a slice of life, it is the whole loaf, and then some.