I was a cute kid. Most children are cute when they’re young. In the 1960s and 1970s I grew up to be a cute teenager, and then, a nice-looking young adult, slim, six feet tall (actually 5 feet 11 and ¾ inches, but no one needed to know that), with thick, wavy brown hair that some girls really seemed to like. I was pleased with my good looks and credited them with the fact that girls approached me at times, showing interest, helping me to overcome my fatal shyness.