I was determined to make the best of what small amount of hair I had left. The following week, I had gone to one of the CVS stores that now saturated the area and purchased some processed wave hair care cream and other ingredients for my continuing receding hairline. I wanted to try and slick back what I had left and then comb some of the remaining hair up from the sides of my head to the top. I needed to try and completely camouflage my massively growing bald spots. Those monstrous signs of aging.

The next day I went to work with my new slick back hair-do. I could hear co-workers and other snickering with their many catcalls over my head. Most of my former friends were up in arms about my new look. They just couldn’t stop laughing. When Sam found out what I did with the balance of the hair I had left, she wasted no time telling me how much she hated it. In a large way, I agreed with her. It was awful. I looked even more foolish. I had to think of something else. Therefore, I got rid of the glossy waves.

I started reaching for community directories looking for hair restoration clinics. They were plentiful. However, I chose not to deal with any of them. I quickly, but reluctantly, up gave on my last option. For many reasons. Meanwhile, I sat around the house on some days all alone. I decided to comb my hair again. There was more hair on the comb and in my hand than before. My wife always gave me her full support at whatever I decided to do about my hair dilemma. However, she would always voice her approval or disapproval. I could swear sometimes I’d hear her laughing like a cow at my current situation.

My head was now starting to look as if the birds had been plucking from it. I needed to

do something fast. But what? Over the next few days, I continued to beat my brains out in trying to find a real solution to this receding hairline. I felt my look would be forever lost.

“Stop worrying about your hair, George. I will never leave you and you have many friends.”

If they were friends, they would have told me I that was balding.

A day later, I walked into our house late that same evening with my brand new look and proceeded directly into the bedroom where Sam was sitting on the bed knitting a colorful sweater. She peered up and over at me and zeroed in on my new appearance, saw the change, and nodded her approval. Suddenly she really responded.

“I love it. I really love it. I really like what you have done. Please stay that way. You are even more handsome than before!”

“I bet.”

I had completely shaven my entire head. I shined on top like a crystal ball. All my hair was now history. I didn’t have to worry anymore about those nagging birds. And I was very ecstatic that Sam really loved what I had done. She was really and truly proud of me. I think. I soon walked out the house to go and have some quality pictures taken.