December 11, 2020
As I woke up this morning, I was thinking about how my hair was thinning. This was a process that started long ago, and that for many years was not noticeable at all. Lately it has started to concern me as another one of the indignities that aging thrusts upon us. I often use my father as a guide here, and now I realize that perhaps he took to wearing hats as he got older, not so much to hide, but to somehow manage the unruly hair that was left, because as it thins it also becomes wild and unmanageable.