Now and then I start thinking about then...while I'm sitting here in my big, comfortable, manly black leather poppa chair. Things are not as easy as they were then...when I was wearing my Coney Island lifeguard body. It was a wonderful time. I was at the height of my young manly hunk hood. I considered it to be my civic duty to walk the entire beach at least three times a day, so the girls could admire my magnificent bod, rock hard abs, bulging biceps, tight bun stuffed into my tiny speedo, as I was flexing and perspiring in the sun. When I noticed a girl was watching, I smiled confidently, and wiggled my ears at her. That made her smile. A smile is a wonderful thing. In those days it sometimes led to under the boardwalk demonstrations of mouth to mouth resuscitation. That was then. This is now.