Hair -- Part 5

There's a number of things I want to post about -- but let's get right to the trivial first!

Facial hair. I gave up. Had no real choice.

You may recall that my beard had to go when the radiation therapy fried most of the follicles on the left side of my face. (My doc told me this would happen, so I had my barber give me a pre-emptive cut to take the facial hair down to a mustache and goatee before my face started to shed.) That was some time ago.

Then the goatee had to go, since the later rounds of radiation caused the hair on my chin to fall out. Just plopped into my lap five or six hairs at a time. Okay, bye!

I had hoped that the mustache could be salvaged, but it insisted on growing in blotchy -- much heavier on one side than the other and several patches of no growth at all. So the mustache came off completely last night. It may be back later and I will be attentive to its progress, but as of right now, I'm presenting a naked face to the world.

(The irony here is that, for the last several years, I'd been thinking about shaving the beard off anyway. But I didn't do it because I really didn't want to start shaving again after a ten-year hiatus. Well, modern medical science solved that problem for me!)

Anyway, my boyish grin is still intact, and I intend to use it as often as possible. And to compement my new "clean" look, I plan to start wearing Argyle sweaters this fall along with chino pants with pleated fronts. And penny loafer shoes. Without socks.

And drive a vintage British sports car.

But the pipe will be made of licorice...

(Anybody out there know where I can put my hands on a Mark 1 Austin Healy Sprite?)