Last spring I wrenched my back playing football with my buddies.

I should have known better than to try to act like a high school quarterback at the age of 39.

My doctor advised me to take it easy for a few days, and try to get some sort of massage therapy or to see a chiropractor. As it happened, my neighbor had a friend named Joy who was studying to be a massage therapist, and I called her to schedule a series of sessions.

We arranged an afternoon appointment, since my wife would be at work and most of Joy’s classes would be over for the day. I didn’t know how to dress for the session, so I just put on a pair of swim trunks.

Joy arrived promptly. I had met her before but had not paid her much attention, thinking of her only as a friend of my neighbor. Now I noticed that she was a... Read More