Wednesday, August 22, 2007
HAIR YESTERDAY; GONE TODAY
Look at that magnificent mane. I thought it would never go away. But it did.That was me...circa 1977...when I was the weekend sportscaster at NBC 30, worked at WPOP, and did UConn hoops on the Connecticut Radio Network.
Thick, curly, jet black hair.
Going, going, almost gone.
I bring this up because a co-worker suggested during a conversation the other night that I might need a hairpiece (though the context of the chat had nothing to do with our newscasts.)
That will never happen. Nor will hair transplants.
Why? I remember wondering, when I was young, what I'd look like when I got old.
Now I know.
Not that I'm done getting old (or even close to it, I hope).
I look like what I'm supposed to look like, whether I like it or not. (And I'm perfectly OK with it.)
I grew up with a bald grandfather.
And I grew up with a bald president, who seemed like a grandfatherly type to a kid.
Imagine. Every day at noon, Big Brother Bob Emery, the (also hair deprived) kiddie show host on Channel 4 in Boston, would have his audience drink a toast (of milk, of course) to the President of the United States while "Hail to the Chief" played.
So I saw the bald president every day, and I saw the bald grandfather every Saturday.
Hair didn't seem so important then, and it doesn't seem so important now.
And it's getting less and less important by the day.
You want a rug or transplants? Great! It's your head.
Will cosmetic surgery or some other kind of enhancement make you happy? Go for it!
I, for one, will take all-natural, though it won't get me in the catalog of local TV news anchors.
Besides, I still wonder what I'll look like when I get old(er).
Posted at 11:31 AM by Gerry
6 Comments:
Thanks for the blog Gerry.
I too have some sprigs of hair on top of my head.
I like to call them "Hanging onto a memory!"
Have a good one
Mark
Good line, Mark!
I'm sure I'll steal it.
Gerry, I thought that was a hairpiece.
David, you're clearly a bitter man.
I'll bet you need a job.
(For everyone else: this is a joke.)
Gerry, we LIKE you the way you are....by the way, was that a pipe in your mouth? It's hard to tell in the picture.
NEVER MIND...I put on my reading glasses, and it turns out it's a mike.....so sorry, Mr. Hair.
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