Some like it breezy

Last night Vivi and James and I were walking down a city street. Vivian was wearing a blue and white a-line dress. She found a little vent to walk over — and the wind blew her skirt right up. She stopped dead and laughed and pushed her skirt down and let it fill up again.

She looked just like that famous shot of Marilyn Monroe.

James and I started laughing — and soon we had a small crowd gathered, all laughing. Vivian of course thinks adulation is only her due, and that wind up your skirt is hilarious. She laughed and waved and batted at her skirt some more. I thought she was going to start signing autographs.