I was invited to take part in an indian dance ceremony. I put on my loin cloth and started to dance around the fire. There’s a lot of twirling in indian dancing. After the dance, the chief called me over.
“We are now going to give you your official indian name. It is CHEE-CHOOK-A-MAWAY.”
I was honored.
“What does that mean?” I asked him.
“It roughly translates out to ‘WHITE MOON WITH A CRACK’”
I’d forgot to wear my buckskin breeches.