Pressed between the
pages of a dusty photo album is a picture of me at about twenty years old -- wearing
an unsightly black eye and a band-aid. A few days earlier, I had tumbled off my
water skis, and the tip of the ski clobbered my cheekbone. In my vain youth, I
worried about a scar, so I went to a doctor who sewed a few stitches and later
sanded it down. If the ski had hit an inch or so higher, well, I’d rather
not think about that.
Not a bedtime story
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