The first contact that I could think of came through my father. He was a business administrator for school boards. And he used to have to go to meetings. By this time we were living in High Prairie in northern Alberta, at the western end of Lesser Slave Lake. He couldn’t get his car free of the snow late one night after a meeting. And he walked to the nearest house that was lit. That man had a team of horses, and he got my dad’s car going and Dad got home. And he told us that next Sunday afternoon we were going to pay a visit, family visit, to Scotty Willard, who was the chief of those people. That was the first contact. It was really the first time I had seen my father with another man, who was also a chief. It was just nice to see them together.