After yesterday's comic and Kyle's subconscious suggestion, the ghost of my Grandpa LeRoy came and visited me last night to remind me that pretty much any sense of identity I once had with the Cherokee People is rapidly falling apart, what with me being a fancy executive up here in New England now who hardly ever eats biscuits and gravy anymore. Also scared to go back to Oklahoma.
Maybe Grandpa LeRoy's Ghost will teach me something important about myself!
Grandpa LeRoy was just a dude, you know. He had some problems but hell who doesn't? He ain't on the Google and I ain't never been to his grave. Grandpa LeRoy always said something that sounded like "Oba-ha" whenever someone sneezed so I think this was Cherokee for "bless you" but I could be wrong. Let me know if I am.
