SIDEWALKS AND SIDESTREETS: Today’s tattoos just rub him the wrong way

When I was a kid, the only men I saw with a tattoo on their arms were sailors, most of them WWII American Navy vets. Oh – some Marines, too. And Merchant Marines. I had an uncle with a tattoo – what has now, I suppose, become a classic: An ship’s anchor. It was on the outside of his left forearm. Green. Ugly. But he served in the Pacific, and he saw plenty of action, so – as I told my pals at school – he was pretty much a hero. Killed plenty of the enemy

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