MY COUNTRY LIFE

The man I spoke of who was playing the flute was dressed like a native-American.  That's the only way in which he was pretending to be an Indian.  Cliff and I had lots of fun with this because we'd been at another part of the grounds where several people were selling arrowheads and Indian beadwork, and I remarked to Cliff, "If I'm going to buy something like that, I'll buy it from that real Indian we saw."

Cliff said, "Call that 'real Indian' Senor, and I'll bet he answers you."

So, when I bought the shirt in the above picture, I found out Cliff was right; the man and his helper spoke with a Spanish accent.  I wasn't angry about it, it's just something Cliff and I had fun with later.

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• #7 Comment from siennastarr 
  9/5/06 11:28 AM | Permalink

  Well, they are part Indian.. so it works! :)
  
  Jackie
  http://journals.aol.com/siennastarr/Hopefloats/
• #6 Comment from plieck30 
  9/4/06 10:28 PM | Permalink

  Funny story. Paula
• #5 Comment from lanurseprn 
  9/4/06 9:10 PM | Permalink

  That's a very good pic of you!  I like the shirt, too.  Glad you guys had fun!
  Pam
• #4 Comment from msecz 
  9/4/06 7:37 PM | Permalink

  anyway I like your t shirt.... and what a great story you have to tell now too... :>)  Sandra
• #3 Comment from magran42 
  9/4/06 6:37 PM | Permalink

  You can never judge a book by its cover.  We have had lots of fun through the years picking out products with containers designed and colored to look like name brands.  There are quite a few, you know.  Almost nothing is as it seems.  That is why it is so refreshing to know of a person that IS WHO SHE SAYS SHE IS.