When I went to play golf the other day, my daughter and her friends examined my rugby man calendar with much interest. I know because they hung it back up with Mr. September in view, instead of Mr. June. I suppose it might shock some people to see my ‘nekkid guys’ hanging on the wall but I’ve never thought of nudity as something shameful. In fact, I love the human body, even when it’s not perfect. (But the rugby men are pretty near perfect, lol.)

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