Rick Patrick
Columnist
This morning, as I was preparing to make my trek to work, I looked in the mirror and realized I really need to get a haircut (actually, I do need to get all of them cut). The thing about my mirror on the wall is I can only see the front of my head. Of course, if I turned around, I am sure the mirror would reflect the back of my head, but I wouldn’t be able to see it then. That brings me to the topic of conversation today.
A little while back, I saw a photograph that was taken from the angle of the back of my head. Imagine my surprise when I saw a noticeable lack of hair at the back of my head. I asked how long it has been like that and a friend laughed and said something to the tune of, “Oh, it’s been like that for a long time.” It seems that I am the last to know about many things. The state of the hair, or lack thereof, on the back of my head can now be listed among them.
I’m still wrestling on what exactly to do with this new found information. It seems that most of the people I have known for a while have had the opportunity to become accustomed to my hair situation. I’m the only one who needs a bit of time to come to grips with this. I suppose if one sticks around long enough, these are things that are bound to happen. I am wondering what I would have done with the information had someone informed me earlier. Fact is, there’s not a lot that could have been done. I see commercials for hair clubs, pills and lotions that are supposed to help. Don’t know if I want to spend that much money. I doubt I will lose much sleep over any of this. In the greater scheme of things, does it really matter? What really matters is not the hair on our head, but the care and concern for each other that lies in our hearts, here on the Sunny Side.