Hail to the Chief

This is Chief, the cigar store Indian that lives in my office. At over 6' tall, he is standing guard at my door.

A good friend of my needed to liquidate his assets and get out of town a few years back. Yes, he was in some trouble. Anyway, he sold most of his possessions and valuables. No one would pay what he was asking for "Chief".
A few days later, he and his son delivered "Chief" to my office and said, "You've always liked this old cigar store Indian...now he's yours. All I ask is that when you look at him, pray for me."

I did and still do.