Back in the 1960s, tattoos were not the popular body art that they have become. In the upstate New York town where I grew up, I knew of no one who had a tattoo; that is, until my boyfriend – now my husband – got one in the Marines. I was shocked. How could he mar his body with something so permanent? He thought my efforts to persuade him to have it removed were nuts. The tattoo stayed, I got used to it and married him in spite of the large off-kilter anchor on one arm.