Sunday, February 14, 2016

Things are looking up:

Lying on my back on a park bench on a sunny day overlooking the Sarasota Bay, green leaves and blue skies caress.

Envying the beautiful, and I do mean beautiful statue of David or his brother (who cares which) at the Ringling Museum, I remember the day when one of my colleagues entered my classroom to ask if I had butt implants. What? Little did I know how precious those cheeks were. Ah, those were the days, my friends.