Jack spent most of the morning combing his hair and selecting just the right shirt for his reunion with Loretta. It had been a little over a year since she accepted that overseas job and now she was back in New York. He figured she still loved him when she called to arrange a meeting. What he wasn’t expecting was the gift she set into his arms as she said, “This belongs to you.”
The year was 1952 and I am going to go out on a limb here and say that this photo prompted the coining of the term…
It was a fabulous day at the beach until mother called the kids together for a photo. Upon seeing Billy, she shrieked and wasted no time dragging him back to the cabana to remedy the situation.
Poor Billy had worked so hard drawing that anchor tattoo across his chest and now he suffered in the 93° heat wearing a long sleeved shirt. As he stood for the photo, his little sister Pammy giggled knowing that the mermaid tattoo he had drawn on her back, remained safely hidden from Mother’s view.
