This started out with a comb-over entry but quickly got out of control.
I was sitting in church last month when my favorite comb-over brother sat a few rows in front of me. Our church has stadium type seating so I was right above him. As I desperately tried to concentrate on the sermon, all I could think of was what went through this guy's mind as he got ready that morning. It had to go something like this:
"OK. I know I'm almost totally bald but let's see I can the use the remaining strands of hair I have to fool my friends, family and total strangers again".
Brother, you're fooling no one except yourself.
As the oldest cousin I feel it's my responsibility to warn the younger ones.
Don't do it.They will put pictures of you on the internet.
Even if you're young.
Don't do it.Even if you're famous.
Don't do it.
Take it from your aging, follically challenged, cousin and brother...
Don't do it.
You need proof? A short history on my hair.
I started out with the coolest hair. I looked like a young Elvis.
By the way, check out the cock-a-doddle-do on Dave's head.
He looks like a young Kramer.
These 3 pictures are probably the happiest days of my hair. Shiny, somewhat straight and healthy. " ...lustrous hair was very important to me." 5th and 6th grade.
I'm the one on the left, for my non-family readers.
This was the beginning of the end. The year was 1968. I was in 7th grade and my hair began to betray me. It could have hormones or maybe it was the 60's but my hair had started an all out revolution.
This is not a mug shot but they should have thrown my hair in jail. Out of control. 10th grade.
Same year, I think. Trying to take back control of hair gone wild. Poor attempt.
A year later. No better. But look at me wrong and I'll kick your ass.
1974. The hair is in all out rebellion mode. I could hardly put the cap on.
1976. What can I say? I loved disco. Lots of blow drying in a feeble attempt to control the monster.
Same year. I had a girl tell me she didn't like my John Travolta look so I went back to my SuperFly look.
All I can say here is: married, two kids, a mortgage and I wasn't even 25 yet.
Your hair would do crazy things too.
Which leads us to today.
I had a friend once say I look better without hair. Well, after all the pain and heartache it's given me I say "Good riddance!".
I leave you with a picture of the beautiful human being responsible for my hairline, Papa Gume, taken when he realized his hair was gone and not coming back.
Dance, baby, dance. Wear it proud.