It was an itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny-yellow-polka-dot-bikini, that she wore for the first time today. Do songs from childhood sometime pop randomly into your head? That one I remember distinctly from elementary school. At my cabin near Mosier, Oregon. Log cabin you have to hike to, no electricity, no running water except from a nearby spring. So sometimes at night we had this battery operated radio that my dad would turn on. And one of the only stations that we were able to receive clearly was the oldies station from The Dalles. And we'd dance around to the music on the creaky wood floor in front of our fire. Those were the good old days. ;o)