Half a century or so ago, was talking with a woman friend. We were trying to figure out what color something was. Going back to my Crayola days, said flesh color. There had been a crayon with that name.

She took a look at me, and asked: "Just what is flesh color?"

Thought about it for a second, accepted she was right, and the conversation moved on.

Michael Kupperberg
Michael Kupperberg

Written by Michael Kupperberg

San Francisco native, lived mostly in the Bay Area, spent time being a hippie, a real estate broker, residence hotel manager, living in the country, life is goo

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