Friday, January 18, 2008
Going, Going...Grey!
At 29 someone counted three white hairs in my otherwise dark brown mane. They were, over time, joined by others. Those who know me will say, "Shut up, David. You have more hair than anyone this side of the Mississippi." They have a point; rather than receding my hair seems to be proceeding. Regardless, the whites have destroyed a perfectly nice neighborhood. I want pepper, not salt! The word "distinguished" does not come to mind when that tragic combination of mirror and light takes place. Instead I'm reminded of the fact that I'm getting older even if I don't feel or act it. That still-unopened packet of Just For Men is several years old now and suggests I haven't the patience or persistence to fight this particular losing battle. There are too many others to fight...
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Welcome to the Blogosphere. I look forward to all that you will have to share. Do not feel constrained to always limit yourself to 100 words. Sometimes, I have known you to have many hundreds of words worth sharing!
I say fight it.
yeah, you're probably right but the real problem is that guys who don't pay for performance (at a salon) look bad and I really can't afford the upkeep!
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