Since the 1970's I've watched my hairline slowly inch back then become thinner on top and performed amazing tricks to hide it. I've been known to fluff it, perm it, swirl it, tease it and glue it down with a half can of hairspray but I knew eventually, none of these things would help.
I remember somewhere around the year of 2000, I was walking along near my office, when a gust of wind hit me in the face. The front of my hair had been swirled around and loaded up with hair spray to cover the male pattern baldness. As the blast hit me in the face, it lifted up in the manner that wind would lift the convertible top off a car if it had not been locked down. What was more embarrassing was I was meeting another guy face to face and his reaction was a mild grin when he saw the lift.
As time went on, and the hair became thinner, I began to shorten it and finally it came down to a buzz cut a few months ago.
Now, the final and last in the progression is the ultimate shaved head. Last week, I took the plunge, slapped a double handful of Barbasol on the top of my head and took out my trusty Trac III razor and did the deed. It's a truly liberating experience but it could possibly turn into a high maintenance ordeal because I will have to shave it every time I shave my face.
Gary and I have been planning a trip to Sturgis, SD for a while now to coincide with the ever so famous Sturgis Motorcycle Rally. Our plans are to leave August 7 for as much as 3 weeks in the northwest. So, to make sure we could put all our junk on the bikes, we did a dry run on packing today. Darlene says we look like the Clampetts from the Beverly Hillbillies.
Actually, it's not a rehearsal for me because I'll be going back to Pittsburgh for two weeks and fly in on Friday night before we leave early Saturday morning. I wouldn't have time to pack it at that point.
Sorry about the nasty driveway, just mowed it and had not cleaned off the grass clippings yet
Maybe I could be out on a limb here and ever so surely, becoming a curmudgeon but having no life at times, makes you concentrate on some of the more trivial things around you. For example: the over use of the word "Awesome." Bad as the over usage is, now it's pronounced by southern youth (as well as some baby boomers) as "ossome" which rhymes with "possum". Now where did that come from?
Now, Awesome itself is a word defined as inspiring awe, expressive as awe and showingorcharacterizedbyawe. However, it has crept into the lexicon of everyday blandness.
Typical uses could be, "I mowed the lawn this morning."
"Ossome!"
"No, it had to be done but I left a few streaks uncut."
You may think I'm nitpicking here but think about it the next time you hear your kid or someone else say, "Ossome!" Was it truly awe inspiring and will the folks from Guinness Book of World Records be rushing with sirens screaming and red lights flashing to record the "ossome" event?
Saturday, July 3, 2010 A cool morning in the low 60s beckoned me to get out and explore. This time, I wound up on Mount Washington and the West End overlooking Pittsburgh and the Allegheny and Monongahela and Ohio Rivers. A great site and at 7:30 in the morning, it was still a bit hazy overlooking the river junctures.
The community of Mt Washington has all the hills and inclines you would expect in San Francisco where the streets are narrow and cars parked outside the older homes make for a tedious venture through alley sized avenues.
Mt Washington also has a couple of attractions for which I took advantage of one, the Duquesne Incline. It lifts passengers from West Carson on the river level to Grandview at the top in Mt Washington. Built in 1877, it is a working museum. It has a sister incline railway a half mile south, the slightly older Monongahela Incline, which was built in 1870. Tourists still take time to enjoy them.
This place seems to be all about a couple of things; tunnels and bridges. It seems you can't get anywhere without experiencing one or both.
Another thing is the confusion in traffic. Just because you're in the middle lane doesn't always mean you can go straight. More than once, I found myself caught in the wrong lane and had to stay with the traffic flow at a light, lest someone would begin blowing horns at me.
Sunday, July 4, 2010 After scouting out Pittsburgh again, I looked at spots along the Allegheny and Monongahela Rivers where I thought be a good vantage point for fireworks at night. Every place I looked presented possibilities but each one gave me disturbing feelings of how it might be if there were some kind of emergency or disaster and I simply didn't want to be caught or trampled by a half million people. With those ideas tucked neatly inside my cranium, it was plain to me that the safest place would be back on Mt Washington again.
Parking was terrible and traffic through the narrow streets was frustrating but nevertheless, I still believe I made the right decision in finding a spot, literally, on the edge of the hill. Although I had to wait over 2½ hours it was a pretty good spot between an Indian family and a 4 pack of young Japanese students, each speaking their own language. We all watched a regatta, sky divers and the sun go down and at 9:30 PM, we received a spectacular light show over looking the Ohio, Monongahela and Allegheny rivers.
264 years ago, prominent people had a dream and a desire to be free to live their own lives with freedom to do as they pleased without the constraints of a king in another part of the world. Many died and most of the signers of the Declaration of Independence lost everything they owned including fortunes, health and loved ones. They did this for a hope for themselves and for those of us who would reap those benefits decades and centuries later.
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. ~ J R R Tolkien
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Hi, I'm C R and thanks for the visit. I travel quite a bit and hopefully, this way, I can give you some photos and tales of my travels without you having to download them all.
Living on the road over 300 days a year absolutely destroys many a road warrior's dietary discipline.
Here's a few things I believe are detrimental to you and avoiding them are helpful in the prevention of packing on the pounds.
1. If your restaurant features some kind of stylized figure or cartoon character as it's logo or spokes person, don't go there, you can gain two pounds just by watching the commercial.
2. If your restaurant has a lighted sign on a pole and colored with yellow, red and blue, don't go there. You're a victim of subliminal advertising. Those colors crank your appetite into high gear.
3. Watch the other patrons. If more than half of them can be can be classified as overweight, fat, obese or morbidly obese, don't go there. You are who you associate with and misery loves company.
4. If your waitress delivers you two plates for you to serve yourself, don't go there. Buffet lines tend to make you want to "get your money's worth".
5. If your restaurant always has a cashier that can't operate the register and has to punch the pictures on the keyboard, don't go there. He or she wouldn't be able to spell cholesterol anyway.
6. If your restaurant asks you not to place the plastic trays in the garbage, don't go there. At least a tip isn't involved.
7. If you can't understand your waiter because the cars behind you drown out the speaker on the sign, don't go there.
8. If you find yourself humming the jingle of your restaurant, don't go there.
9. If you saw the restaurant's logo on the side of a truck and trailer on the interstate, don't go there.
10. If you know the menu by number and "super-size" is part of it, don't go there.
11. Finally, don't order diet beverages. Only fat people drink them.
Good advice, I think. Do I live by these words of caution, oh heck no! I fight the pounds like everybody else but I do believe that obesity is associated with these foods.
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