When I was a kid we went on vacation to see Mt. Rushmore.
The old man wanted a beer. So we stopped at a place in Deadwood, S.D.
I was looking at the Juke Box. Some white guy at the next table called an Indian a nigger. It started a fight. They were throwing hands right above me.
My Mom always told my two sisters, "Never marry someone you meet in a dance hall." :-/