Finally, the Tattoo!

 

Okay!

From your comments, I’ve concluded that my past three postings have whetted your interest in the Arthur/Dee tattoo. 

 

In the first posting, you met Arthur,  my lion friend, who’s been with me since September 1941—kindergarten. 

 

In the second, you met Ruby, the enterprising child of the dandelion patch.

 

In the third, you met her as a young adult who’d set herself the goal of becoming a master tattoo artist.

 

Now! Voilà! The three meet in the Tattoo Parlor along with Ruby’s mother and my “grand-daughter”—Elisa. 

 

I’ve never done a blog that featured several photographs. Today, however, I’m letting the pictures tell the story. You may ask, “Was it painful?” No.

 

“Did I ask Ruby a lot of questions?” No

 

“How long did it take?”  About a half hour and during that time, Elisa stood next to the tattoo chair. She kept telling the clients and the three other tattoo artists—Ruby’s mentors—what an amazing person I am. I just let her say whatever as I knew I’d never be meeting any of them again and so it didn’t matter if they held preposterous thoughts about me.

 

She threw in “. . . and she was a nun for a number of years!!!!!” That bit of gossip caught the interest of everyone there. So, for the remainder of the tattooing, I responded to questions from everyone. None of them had ever known a nun before, much less one who’d left the convent. They seemed amazed that I had a sense of humor and that I was—well, frankly—a human being!

 

All in all, a rollicking and somewhat whimsical experience for me. 

 

And while Elisa encouraged questions and “egged” everyone on and I responded, probably with some exaggeration, Ruby just worked her magic. 

 

    PEACE.