Normal

I had a normal childhood.

We played outside, after school, until dark.

Vigorous physical exercise. We played football, basketball,

baseball, in South Florida, tennis. We swam and body-surfed

and spearfished. I don’t know what the girls did. I don’t know

who the colored kids. It was segregated. That was normal.

Integration was revolutionary. The sexual revolution

hadn’t happened yet. It was the feminine mystique.

Helen Gurley Brown, career girl. Jackie Kennedy

with her weegee. As Bud Eagle says, “Why does everything

have to be so phony.”