Random Totty

That third picture stopped me, the one with the pink shorts. There’s an image that’s been in my head since the eighth grade. (That would have made me 13 in 1967.) A girl named Nancy, and mature for her age, was sitting across the classroom with a very short skirt and her legs crossed just so. The beautiful separation between the muscles of her upper and lower thigh looked just like that picture above. I was stupefied then and have remained stupefied by that view whenever I see it for almost 60 years. My girl-on-the-ferry from Citizen Kane, that’s Nancy’s succulent thigh.