It’s Time For Sunscreen, Again…Good Luck With That
Remember the good old days, when you would bake in the sun’s glorious rays, a Scrabble board wrapped in tinfoil, held strategically under your neck, so as not to block your well baby oiled body?
Wrinkles weren’t even a thought.
Skin cancer, who heard of it? Surely, not my grandmother, whose bronzed body was a fixture on the beaches of NJ, year after year.
Ignorance was bliss, and a well tanned body.. . .