Pals (Melissa Dow Funk) (1966)

This one came from my father’s childhood, and used to sit on a little bookshelf in my “Gramma Gram”’s breakfast nook. When I was of tattooing age, I slapped an illustration from it- the neighboring clapboard houses of the titular pals- between my shoulder blades. Sweet message, sweet story, but the tat has been highly visible in too many f*cking scenes. Still, my child doesn’t know that (yet.)