Bubba-Joe
08-08-2007, 09:29 AM
Three strangers are sitting in the airport lounge in
Bozeman, Montana, while awaiting their respective flights.
One is a seemingly ancient American Indian passing through
from Lame Deer. Another is a Cowboy on his way to Billing's
for a steer roping & the third is an Arab student, newly
arrived at Montana State University from the Middle East
Their discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon, the
two Westerners learn that the Arab is a devout, radical Muslim
and the conversation falls into an uneasy lull.
The cowboy leans back in his chair, crosses his boots on a
magazine table and tips his big sweat-stained hat forward
over his face.
The wind outside is blowing tumbleweeds around, and the old
windsock is flapping; but still no plane comes.
Finally, the American Indian clears his throat and softly he
speaks, "At one time here, my people were many, but sadly,
now we are few."
The Muslim student raises an eyebrow, leans forward, "Once
my people were few," he sneers, "and now we are many. Why do you
suppose that is?"
The cowboy shifts his toothpick to one side of his
mouth and from the darkness beneath his Stetson says in a smooth
drawl......
"That's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet, but I
do believe it's a -comin'."
Bozeman, Montana, while awaiting their respective flights.
One is a seemingly ancient American Indian passing through
from Lame Deer. Another is a Cowboy on his way to Billing's
for a steer roping & the third is an Arab student, newly
arrived at Montana State University from the Middle East
Their discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon, the
two Westerners learn that the Arab is a devout, radical Muslim
and the conversation falls into an uneasy lull.
The cowboy leans back in his chair, crosses his boots on a
magazine table and tips his big sweat-stained hat forward
over his face.
The wind outside is blowing tumbleweeds around, and the old
windsock is flapping; but still no plane comes.
Finally, the American Indian clears his throat and softly he
speaks, "At one time here, my people were many, but sadly,
now we are few."
The Muslim student raises an eyebrow, leans forward, "Once
my people were few," he sneers, "and now we are many. Why do you
suppose that is?"
The cowboy shifts his toothpick to one side of his
mouth and from the darkness beneath his Stetson says in a smooth
drawl......
"That's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet, but I
do believe it's a -comin'."