A Perfect Head...

Dad's hair, or the lack thereof, has been the subject of quite a few laughs in our family.

• When Aly was about three, she found a solution to Dad's hair loss (not that he was ever looking for one). Aly noticed that there was always hair in the bathtub drain. And she knew that Dad took at least one, and often two showers a day. So, she told Daddy that he needed to stop taking showers because the water spraying down onto his head was making his hair fall out. (We laughed.)
  
• A couple of years later, Dad was serving as a pall bearer. Mom and I were attending the funeral, and were seated several rows behind Dad. Funerals are never fun, and Dad's day had already been complicated by finding a pair of little girl's jelly shoes in his coat pocket. Just before the service, I said (apparently a lot louder than I thought), "Mama, look - Daddy's the youngest and the baldest." (We laughed - later.)
• Christmas 1991: Dad unwraps a smooth piece of wood, shaped like a paddle. Enclosed in the package are instructions for using the "Bald-Headed Man's Brush". (See photo.)

Dad was bald - and he didn't mind saying so. He was one of those guys who could actually say, "God made only a few perfect heads...and the rest he covered with hair," with a smile.