Injun jumped out of the car and Bill followed behind. I remember sitting at the police station holding my face up, trying to stop the bleeding and watching as everyone grimaced as they looked at me and walked by. I turned to a mirror and saw that my nose was literally push sideways over my left cheek and under my left eye. It was too numb to hurt, but it sure scared the hell out of me. While Arabs and Jews have so many differences, one thing we share is an affection for nose doctors.
Rhinoplasties run in nearly every Arab and Jewish family.
We had our share. Of course, only the women had their noses done. It was okay for a man to have a big schnoz. Jimmy Durante was always a favorite in the Hanania household at night. So it was easy to find a doctor to fix my nose, that sat resting nicely under my left eye, covered with thick white gauze and white surgical tape.