My Tumor

I dont think the surgeon is thinking aesthetic appeal when he snaps these pictures. Sometimes they look quite pretty but this one doesn't. I'm not sure why there are dimple shapes. They look a little like flowers. They always look like this. I should know. I think this was my twenty first surgery. I have attained my majority.

My old friend from way back in the Berkeley hippy days has been visiting. Those were the days when we thought the world was going to get so much better once our generation took over. Our days were filled with brilliant color and music and at the University few people had been touched by VietNam. The children of the rich and educated tended not to go. It was only at Community College that I witnessed young men disappearing for ever from the classroom. Now I sometimes meet their comrades in war on the highways. Forever misfits gradually fading from the scene with their dogs and packs and sunburned faces.

My friend hung out with the Berkeley Hiking Club. An unofficial entrance requirement was to have climbed the cables of the Golden Gate Bridge to one of the towers. My friend did it. It is hard to believe it as I see her now. Perhaps it was childbirth that made her so cautious in her later years. She says its much harder to get access to the cables now. Of course.