In the train station in Buffalo, New York I remember a huge sculpture of a buffalo. I was just a little kid and I'd stare up at this magnificent creature. It lit my imagination. I saw herds of buffaloes roaming the plains and Indians chasing them on horseback. I still can't believe I'm returning to the very cradle of my bloodline...Buffalo, New York. Uncle Louie is our gift to you, Buffalo. We love you!
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