A Wet Butt Is Not Swimming
It’s not that I liked nudity, I was just dumb.
Way, way, way back in the carefree 70′s I was a blond kid visiting my Grandparents in the oak hills of Los Altos California, sucking down fresh apricots, hiding/peeing (yeah, sorry about that) under mandarin orange trees and chasing blue-bellied lizards with a roaming band of …
