To avoid confusion, left to right: me (age 9), the Chief (age infinite) and Mom (none of my business). Mom said he was a Chief, so by God he was a Chief. Same guy had been there 20 years and probably drove a Jag home to his townhouse, but he was THE nicest guy you'd ever meet. Invited me out to his "village" to meet his "little warriors" like me. Loved that guy and I demanded to see him every time we were in South Dakota, much to the great delight of my mother and her relatives she drug along.