BALD IS BOLD
Back in the day, my father never took off his hat. He was young, bald and Knob Polish hadn't been invented yet! My Aunt Rose, a hairdresser, was hell bent on making sure he knew that in her opinion, wearing a hat all the time was, "MAKING him bald!". (Emphasis added to somehow capture the scolding power of Aunt Rose's reprimands!) But certain things that weren't up for debate to Dad's way of thinking: 1) Loons ate too many god-damn fish. 2) He wasn't going to "ride no airp