Johanna had this cute pigeon-toed walk that made her butt sway like a sailor who’s been a little too long in port or in the port (depending on how you want to look at it). She had long-flowing, wavy, black hair that tantalized my fingers and tickled my nose. She was a lover of music, particularly rock and roll. Her dancing was exotic, hypnotic even. She loved to laugh and smile and that adorable southwestern accent made her easy to listen to and converse with. I was never shy about telling her how much she enthralled me and that seemed to make her happy but she always acted like she didn’t really know how beautiful she was. I would just have to keep reminding her of that fact, more often than not, with a kiss.