I love the bald eagle among other bald things. You don't like hair growing out of your cue ball, do you? Some things are definitely better without hair, like leftovers in the refrigerator for one. Do you like hair sprouting on your cottage cheese? Perhaps I digress.
I guess I'll just tell you that I'm bald. You can stop giggling. And you, get that smirk off your face. Actually, I'm not completely bald. I have an island of hair near my forehead that is about done fooling anyone about coverage on the top. That I'm 6'3" has aided in keeping the charade going. Dwarfs know better now. I do warn anyone, however, wanting to check it out, that for their own safety they please wear some kind of eye protection against the reflected sunlight bouncing off its surface. I don't know why these two words just entered my head: Humpty Dumpty. You can park at the before-the-great-fall portion of his life.
I just read that bald is the new hair. Do you think so? Is someone with a weeble-like tuft of hair on the top better off cropping it, shaving it, buzzing it, clipping it, or hasta-la-vista-ing it? Is bald truly the new hair? Is the boldness of ridding myself of almost all of it better than keeping those crude reminders of days gone by? For trekkies, should I Picard my head? Or Jean Luc it? Or go Michael Jordan or Charles Barkley? Are there advantages to a blanket of hair wrapping around the sides with the fancy chrome bumper on top?
Remember Elisha. Remember the bears.