My body left a long time ago. My friends may tell you that I never stop talking. But let me tell you, looking at that yellowed newspaper clip left me speechless. Then, my brain kicked in. First of all, when you reach a certain age – not that I’m anywhere near that yet – I’m told that everyone you meet looks like someone you already know. A grade school classmate, for instance. Or someone you worked with one summer at the beach. Truth to tell, I’ve been known to go up to someone I’m sure went to high school with me at Mount Saint Francis Academy and say, “Gosh, I haven’t seen you in ages. You look terrific. We sat next to each other in French class. How’ve you been?” And then be totally embarrassed when the woman (it was an all-girls’ school, in case you didn’t know that) looked at me and said, “Who are you? I think you’ve confused me with someone else.” So, it was completely possible that this was not my Jack Cartwright. During my very brief experience with Pilates, the instructor always said, “Inhale to prepare.”
