My Old Forgotten Summer Friend

It is funny but from time to time, I get asked if I hate being bald.  Or, do I like being bald.
Yep.  Or, if I miss my hair. 
I have a different answer depending on who it is.
“Oh my God, please don’t bring it up.  I am sensitive.”
“I shaved my head over the US Government’s policies in Guam.”
“I am a huge Michael Jordan fan so you know, wanted to be like Mike.”
But, there is something I haven’t thought about in years when it comes to my hair that I thought about today.
A certain something that was a must for me every summer. 
I didn’t leave the house without it.
Took it with me every single place I went. 
And damn, it made me look good. 
How good?  
This good.

Am I right? 
That look, all because of this. 

Don’t laugh, chances are, if you are over 30, you might have used it.  
Not a lot.  But maybe once.
Or 13, 428 times like I did. 
Wet the hair down and go sit in the sun. For hours.
And if it didn’t look ‘blonde’ enough, you added more.
And more.
And more. 
It dawned on me Tuesday on the beach in Destin, when I saw someone pouring lemon juice in their hair to make it blonde. 
Then I realized, I miss my hair. 
If only to dump 4 gallons of Sun-In all over it.
Cause I looked damn good.

God, that is just terrible.  Absolutely terrible. 

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