In loving, living memory, John Melançon 1928 – 2007
Dad said there were Indians he was with out West – and I'm totally blanking on where, but I want to say Washington State – who were the funniest people he ever knew.
He also said they asked if he was an Indian, because he sure was dark enough and there was a tribe with blue eyes somewhere around.
They would parody, well, white culture so well it left my Dad in stitches:
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Of course I'm out of my mind; my mind is in me. Where is yours?
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