-"Scout"-

I’ve known three people of note with Vitiligo.

one was an older gentleman who roamed about
my earliest neighborhood,
graciously asking for a cigarette handout.

"would you happen to have a spare "Old Gold""?

another is present day, my son’s girlfriend

and for the sake of Jenny’s right to privacy,

her name will not be used herein.

the third was a neighborhood friend

who I’ll refer to as "Barbara";

Barbara D'Cicci of 313 Chavenson Street,

who we affectionately nicknamed: “Scout”,–– a name

lifted from the great Jay Silverheel’s beloved horse, which

was in fact a "Pinto" pony and therein lies the connection.

Barbara enjoyed the nickname when used by her friends.

Barbara did not appreciate others snickering “Scout”

through the narrow "smells like the gym" corridors of school.
dare to call her "Pinto" and there's an after-school fistfight at the dumpster.

as to the gentleman whose higher calling was to bum cigarettes
with a troubadour's timbre, I don’t recall a nickname ascribed to him.

If so, it likely would have been an affectionate nickname.

as to "Jenny" who resides in.. let's say "Los Angeles"

with my son, Josh, who I’ll refer to herein as “Antoine,”

well, she’s not okay with Donald Trump at all.