Mama never wore combat boots, but she was a Boxing Ref

Send us Fan MailLike most siblings growing up, my Sister and I had our shares of spats, many escalating  to all out brawls.  I'm talking about duke it out bloody noses, black eyes, torn clothes and missing hair plug-knots.   Fights that resulted in Mama having to slip on her Boxing Ref shirt,....sorta' like Superman putting on his cape, and jump in.  Mama had a unique way of calling break, then re-start, and flavored the matter with dang hugging.   Not really sure if this method would be accepted by today's social standards, but it worked, and I love my sister dearly.