A haircut-

For most of my life I’ve parted my hair on the left but my sister was looking at me one day and said, “You know ek, I wish I had hair like yours, you should grow it long.”

I’m actually quite proud of my hair, especially since I still have some which I attribute to the fact that I am my dad’s son and not my cousin who’s father was bald in my remembrance at an age I have already achieved (and since I’m 120, there are few ages that don’t fall in that category).  Then again I’ve never been on the New York Times’ best seller list ever let alone twice.

So I did.

Grow my hair long though it seems odd to be circling back in a piece this short which is why I’ll never end up on any list, not just because my prose is convoluted but because it is also short, unlike my hair.

But not at the moment, I am thoroughly corporatized.  I have two hairdressers I trust, one of whom doesn’t like me very much I suspect because I’m such an intermittent customer and the other is eager for my business though it rarely occurs.

In any event I don’t wear hats unless I have to which is a shame really because I own lots of them and like them because they keep the sun and hair out of my eyes.

Vanity.