I did not know she had been frightened by sharks. Odd world. Thought she was shark bait. Probably does not matter.

The images are beautiful. Two weeks ago, I spent more time than I have since I have been here considering the art work of a student at a college. Part of it involved a pile of her hair. Most of it consisted of collages, in beautiful colors and papers, on intaglio prints. The feel of the work not unlike what we see here.

The day JFK was assassinated, I heard about it on a bus coming home from kindergarden. I told my mother, and she scolded me for saying awful things. She burst into tears when she turned on the television. When I had to make a “choice” recently, the most reasonable interpretation of my action would be, “Mother, Rose is the one.” She has been dead for some time.

Of course, JFK “means” Just F**king Kidding. Even so, the young woman is incredible.
If she needed help cleaning up, I would bathe her. With pleasure.

Joy to you, Rose.