When I was a teenager, I played outside, went to the lake, “laid out,” fretted over my dreadfully white skin. Sunscreen was practically unknown then, so I was no stranger to Noxema (which seemed to be the sunburn treatment in that generation). I kinda laughed at my grandparents and even parents who mowed the yard wearing long-sleeved shirts and wide-brimmed hats. As I got older, I heard them talk about skin cancer checks and suspicious moles, but that sort of things was still years in my future. Read More→