Re-blogging my friend Dana Lone Hill.
(Repost from my old column and from blogger originally posted February 13th, 2008. The anonymous story of the lady beating the art teacher was my Grandma Dod’s story, who let me tell the story with the promise I would leave her name out of it and buy her some hamburger. My Grandma Dod left me and all of us later that summer and our lives haven’t been the same without our “mean Indian woman” of a grandma around. Rest in peace Grams.)