…ng bunch. Kids in our diverse neighborhood were back then. Skinny. Unwise in the ways of the world. As an elementary school kid, I’d always scream when our Shetland pony, Blackie, let down his hooha, to air it out, I thought. It was wrinkled and black and almost touched the ground and I had no earthly idea that males of the human species had their own version of such a thing. I might have looked into being a nun if I had. As it was, my first career ambition was to be a dance hall girl with a feather in my hair like the …