The other day I was getting lunch in the cafeteria when I stepped in line behind a kid with a really odd haircut. It was sort of like a short Mohawk, with a long tail at the nape of his neck, part of which was braided, and part of which was wrapped in red and yellow thread.
Kids these days, I thought. They'll wear their hair in any crazy style just to get attention.
And then he turned around and I realized that he was a 40-something Penobscot Indian.
I mean, way to honor and preserve your traditional heritage . . . sir.
It's at times like this that I'm grateful that I don't always say everything that comes into my head.