An Australian travel writer touring Canada was checking out of the Spokane Hilton, and as he paid his bill said to the manager, By the way, whats with the Indian chief sitting in the lobby? Hes been there ever since I arrived. Oh thats Big Chief Forget-me Not, said the manager. The hotel is built on an Indian reservation, and part of the agreement is to allow the chief free use of the premises for the rest of his life. He is known as Big Chief Forget-me Not because of his phenomenal memory. He is 92 and can remember the slightest detail of his life. The travel writer took this in, and as he was waiting for his cab decided to put the chiefs memory to the test. ello, mate! said the Aussie, receiving only a slight nod in return. What did you have for breakfast on your 21st birthday? Eggs, was the chiefs instant reply, without even looking up, and indeed the Aussie was impressed. He went off on his travel writing itinerary, right across to the east coast and back, telling others others of Big Chief Forget- me Nots great memory. (One local noted to him that How was a more appropriate greeting for an Indian chief than ello mate.) On his return to the Spokane Hilton six months later was surprised to see Big Chief Forget-me Not still sitting in the lobby, fully occupied with whittling away on a stick. How? said the Aussie. Scrambled, said the Chief.
Posted on: Wed, 05 Mar 2014 06:51:46 +0000
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