One year when we got to Destin and it was widely rumored there was now a clothing optional beach nearby so one afternoon a carload of us decided to take an afternoon run in the vicinity. No sooner than we began to jog the eagle-eyed Majors spied a sun-bronzed back with blond curls sitting beside the seashore.
Murmuring Now we got a game, down the beach we went, John angling close to the sunbather to get an eyeful. As we approached from behind, Majors cut his eyes sideways and the she turned out to be a he. Ole Johnny immediately sprinted faster than he ever did as an All-American at Tennessee and the sunbather was quite bewildered by the rest of us, who were laughing so hard we couldnt walk, much less run.
