Linda Our journeys together began in 1953 when I was born, fat and bald. At two weeks, around April 13, Mom snapped a photo of Bonnie holding me. Couldn’t do that now, though.
Our actual travelling together, other than family trips, began in the 1970s, with a trip to England and Europe. Both of us were ardent Anglophiles, having spent quite a lot of time after the Beatles’ music came to the west coast in 1963 haunting the Huntington Gallery in San Marino, trying to decide which long-haired guy in what 18C painting was the sexiest. I was in love with Jonathan Buttall, the Blue Boy.
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