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We were on the San Xavier Indian Reservation, in a small shop with a snack bar. My wife and I were the only Yellow Hairs in the place.
"You need a haircut," my wife announced.
I shook my head.
"You really do," she continued.
"An Indian Reservation is no place to discuss haircuts," I told her.
"I bet you could get a good one here," she persisted. " Who made you thing you couldn;t?"
"General Custer, for one."
Bob Wright
"You need a haircut," my wife announced.
I shook my head.
"You really do," she continued.
"An Indian Reservation is no place to discuss haircuts," I told her.
"I bet you could get a good one here," she persisted. " Who made you thing you couldn;t?"
"General Custer, for one."
Bob Wright