May 15, 2024
I grew up with some very zany guys and it may surprise you to know that a good, solid portion of them hailed from the Hualapai tribe at Peach Springs (along with one Mojave, a cat named Moon). And, I am telling you, those guys were a laugh riot.
As the story goes, the Zane goes way back.
("Tootie" Alvarado, Squibe Whataname and Boxlip Darell, Sr., Truxton Canyon, Arizona Territory, 1897)
When I was growing up, nobody would talk about these three ne'er-do-wells and with good reason. The Elders of the Hualapai Tribe disowned Squibe, the downtown coalition of Mohave County Hispanics In Business scrubbed Tootie's name off of their charter and everyone in Mohave County pretended they never knew Boxlip Darell Senior, or Junior. Personally, I loved them all because they sure knew how to make serious people everywhere really, really nervous.
"When in doubt, go for the gag."
—Old Vaquero Saying
Indins have the best black humor, refined over the last few centuries.
ReplyDeleteI use to drink w/ Apache, they'd tell me to leave a dime on the tailgate when I'd stumble off to pee.