A FEW MONTHS after Tom and
I were married during World War II, he was shipped off to Pearl Harbor. In one
of his first letters, he wrote, "I'm going to have a Navy battleship
tattooed on my chest." Instead of pleading, I answered simply, "Send
me a picture of your tattoo, and I'll have a duplicate put on my chest."
We have been married for 71 years. Neither of us has a tattoo.