green hair and wrinkly fingers
This picture of young Miss K. reminds me of the hours, days, lifetimes that I spent in the pool, while growing up in Phoenix. Looking at K.’s face brings it all back.. the bliss of being tired, waterlogged, airdryed and looselimbed. I also remember being K.’s age [8], at the club in Phoenix with my best friend Francine. One late afternoon in summer Frannie shrieked “Come look in the mirror!” She dragged me into the bathroom and we howled with laughter at my crazy reflection: my hair [after swimming all day] was greenish, and had dried in crazy rivulets all over my head; I was missing my two front teeth; and streams of watermelon juice had dried on my cheeks, chin and bathing suit. I was crazy, wildly happy, drunk with summer abandon.Miss K. has a twin brother, too — equally summerific: Mr. M.
It was pointed out to me, several years ago, that I’m not the most sentimental human being. I have no idea if this is a right assessment or not. But at this moment, right now, this robot has learned to feel!