Our sophomore high school football and basketball coach – Dick Bannister – had a tattoo of a hula dancer on his calf. It was the object of much interest and bemusement among us players … nearly a distraction. Tattoos were rare back in the sixties … mostly seen on the arms of men who had served in the Navy or the Marines.
Today tattoos are everywhere. People cover their skin with bizarre patterns and writings, meaningless to anyone but the tattooed person.
I’m not a big fan of tattoos. I would never consider one for myself. I might change my mind later.
Over Fathers Day lunch at a nice restaurant, the topic came up. My eight-year-old grandson Luke … the only grandchild I think might even consider it … announced that he would never get a tattoo. Luke is a kid who sports a Mohawk haircut and seems ready to try anything once. But no tattoos for him!
I think I heard a sigh of relief from his mother and grandmothers.
Our thought for today is from La Fontaine:
“Beware so long as you live, of judging people by appearances.”