I was somewhat not appalled by recent comments in last week’s letter, “All you need is love, massage books.” Not the part about a “hippy-dippy” massage. I’ve no idea what that is but I think we can all agree that it sounds like you’d need a good hand-washing when it was done. No, what enlightened me was Dean Lari’s righteous knowledge about the art and science of massage – a practice which, when improperly performed, constitutes a slippery, lotion-lathered slope to human trafficking of the most heinous sort. Fortunately, I have a solution. If a loving partnership can be taken to new, wonderful places with just love and a book and a nice rub here and there, why not throw a licensed masseuse into the mix? That way, we can keep them honest. Granted, you’d need a bigger bed. Unless you’re single. Then, maybe just the book and the masseuse and the rubbing. Of course, you might need actual physical therapy or other doctor-prescribed service, in which case you might just want to go with the pro (masseuse, I mean, not lover). Anyway, lots of options. They all sound perfect to me!
Mario Juarez