I have just had the pleasure of going on a trip to Haida Gwaii. And it’s the first time I’ve ever heard the phrase “contact”—”before contact, after contact.” And then I came back, and I saw the poster for today’s event, which talked about “Contact, No Contact” and it really has made me think a lot about my contact—my contact with Indigenous people and First Nations people and realizing that that’s been very minimal, that thinking back to growing up in Edmonton, y’know, I think my first experience around that was being told to eat, finish everything on my plate because there were Indians starving somewhere, and I knew that that meant Indians in North America. And I think my father, telling me about living in Yellowknife and managing a hotel, and the issues that he encountered there with Native people and drinking and alcohol and children being left outside in the cold. So, those were the kinds of introductions I think I had to First Nations people and Indigenous people. And then, from that, just educational experiences that were around exhibitions or displays at museums: Fort Edmonton or that kind of “cowboy-and-Indian” history sorts of things. Or stories when we were kids like that. And really recognizing that I’ve had very little real contact with people that are the foundation of this country that I live in.