Childhood reflections with a touch of grace: Don’t run from beauty

Since peeing off of the porch hadn’t made quite the splash I’d hoped for, I decided to move on to greater exploits. The first thing to catch my eye was a lovely kindergarten classmate coming towards me one morning while making a strange gesture with her fingers. Not certain as to what was going on, I made like a paycheck on Friday night and disappeared. Later, I asked a friend about the strange gestures and discovered that was the young lady’s way of saying, “come here.” Wow, I got all that attention without wearing cologne or brushing my hair. Well, I may have brushed my hair, but the appearance of my deeply rutted waves and curls were highly resistant to grooming, so no one ever