Danger Boys
I took a little walk outside the hotel while Dad was sleeping. There was plenty to see. I enjoyed the experience of being observed by people who – I know – assumed I was a typical tourist, gaping at INDIA. I was gaping, it’s true, but that has more to do with my perpetual astonishment […]
Imperfection
There is no picture with this post. I was one of those lucky teenagers who had no real problem with acne. I sailed through adolescence with only two or three pimples – so few I can’t even remember them. I do remember, however, friends for whom those teenage years were a nightmare of agony and […]