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[Tatari Gami]

From: http://investorshub.com/boards/read_msg.asp?message_id=13904012

Decades back, when a child, I was dragged along with an
uncle, who is an Anglo, yes, I am a half breed, dragged
along for a mule and wagon ride up to Broken Bow, maybe
twenty miles away but a half day ride. . . . We
were off to a general store to buy seed corn to plant,
a special hybird out of Arkansas. . . .

We stop at a small diner, not much really, maybe a
thousand square feet of building. We order early lunch,
a real treat compared to our sparse diet on our farm.
The owner of this diner comes over to our table, looks
at my uncle, looks at me, "Mister, see those signs up
there 'colored' and 'white' over the front door? You
can sit here but the girl has to sit over there
in the colored section."

Well, a real ruckus comes about, right quick. My uncle
jumps up and clips the man across his chin, knocking
him down, followed by my uncle giving him several good
kicks to his side.

And so begins the Legend of one girl's uncle,

Uncle Billy Jack