Hair! We all have hair, but in some it varies in quantity and location.
When I was a youngster many moons ago, I sported sandy blonde hair. I liked how it looked, how it felt on a breezy day, and I often received compliments on it. Little did I know that one day that would all change. As I continued my life journey, my hair turned brown – no more blonde highlights, just brown. My eyes are brown; that should have been a hint. In high school, I noticed that when I took off my football helmet, some of my hair was still in it. I did not realize that was the beginning of my fall hair season. Over time, just like the leaves falling off a tree, I began to see my pate thin out, and then a bald spot developed. They say that baldness is hereditary. My dad was bald, my grandpa was bald on my dad’s side of the family, and all the men were bald. Another hint.
I tried the “comb over” tactic, but a windy day would show the truth. On my journey of life, I developed a front-of-the-head bald spot. I would humorously state that, “Grass does not grow on a busy street,” or, “My solar panel was charging me up!” and, “My brain has outgrown the top of my head!” There are many bald jokes floating around, and I have heard most of them. I would prefer to have a full head of hair, but genetics always seem to win out. I don’t like medical procedures unless necessary, so hair transplants were out. Really nice hair pieces are available; you can glue them down for a bike ride or water skiing, but they’re costly, and I prefer authenticity.