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Yesterday we warned you about the five horrors to expect on Go Texan Day, the annual celebration of the rodeo. One reader got nostalgic for the time he was a lone Indian among many palefaces.
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Go Texan day. I haven't lived in Texas since I was in Junior High and attending a stuffy private school. I use to relish any day that uniforms were not required, and went all out. My heritage as a Native American, fella allowed me to be the only one dressed like a Native American. I use to look on and wonder how we lost to a bunch of clumsy boot wearing white folks. Moccasins, yes indeed. Perhaps I'll dawn the buckskin again. Go Texan day, Go Texan indeed.