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I saw her again. This time I was able to notice the tattoos sprinkled along her neck, shoulders and arms: stars and such as I might strew upon a child’s birthday cake. And there HE is, Karl Marx, reminding me of his brilliant 19th century thought frosted with so much 20th century disappointment. This calf [...]

Unfortunate Tatoo

She was a lovely young thing in step-aerobics class, not more than twenty-five, with a tattoo of Karl Marx on her right calf. Big. Yes, that Karl Marx, all bearded and blow-hard. Progressives of the thirties, aren’t you glad that when you were young tattooing was just for hard nights in the Navy? How many [...]