Bow Tie o’ the Day is hidden, but it’s there– under my chin, on my right shoulder. I don’t have a clue what’s tied to me. Perhaps a hat. Perhaps it’s a decoration on my dress. This photo of me with my big sisters was taken in a photo booth somewhere, in the mid-1960’s. Betty and my SWWTRN are so much older than me that I don’t remember them living at home. I was an accident, an afterthought. I grew up a spoiled–not bratty– only child.