All my life I’ve wanted freckles. My next-door-neighbor, Joyce, had them — along with curly blonde hair and Pendleton skirt & sweater sets.  There’s a cuteness factor to freckles so as an adult I considered having a row of them tattooed across my nose and cheeks.

I was in the grocery check-out line behind a man with a tattoo covering one whole side of his neck: dynamite stuck in a human brain.

I’m stuck in the thought process.