I have the beginnings of a tan, a glorious tan with a tinge of sunburn that feels so good. I know, I know it’s not prudent, not healthy to bake in the sun, but don’t forget that I was trained at the freckled knee of Jeanne, who burned herself to a crisp one Miami vacation in the 1970s and ended up in the Emergency Room. Using nothing less than Bain de Soleil, an orange gel you can probably fry bacon in, with SPF 4. I still think I look better with a tan, much better than with the fake kind, though I have been experimenting. Still, nothing’s like the Vitamin D-addled genuine suntan. It just says summer!! Let’s just hope I don’t end up like this woman.