I still remember after all these wonderful years first time I laid eyes on dashing Seymour Toze. He was a fellow prep school student like me in an exclusive private prep on the mainline near Phila, PA. It was summer and I was just getting out of the swimming pool. I wore my somewhat modest one piece bathing suit with the dainty skirt on the bottom half. As I arose from the water the very first thing my fellow student Seymour Toze noticed were my succulent pink little pretty toes.