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Moving On
I was just
starting to get used to the palm trees, orange groves, and dairy farms
that where everywhere in San Bernardino, California, when my mother and
her five boys got the news that our house bus trailer that was not a
hippie bus, was going to be moving us to Arizona to live with the
Apaches on an Indian Reservation.
Reservations about the Reservation
I might have been very young, but I had already heard about the Indians
and what they would do to the white man they called the pale face.
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