Discrimination or Adulation?
Retrospectively, I’d have to say it was a little of both.
It gradually died about 20 years ago. No, no — not me or my hair. Simply the color in my hair faded. It disappeared and went to hair heaven or the alternative. The top of my head turned a pinkish. Since puberty I became accepting of the reality: I had more hair in places where most humans wouldn’t expect. Those locations gradually followed the lead of my scalp locks. I figured the hair on top had close to a 14-year jump on the curly bunch that grew by my privates during the teen years. At around 70, I had gone gray close to every spot on my body with only a few — holdouts.
My trip to Europe:
We were both teachers, my ex-college roommate, Carl, and I. We’d secured employment in the Philadelphia School System as substitutes. Each of us made precious little money back around 1970 but, then again, we didn’t need much.
Carl and I made a decision. These types of determination were easy to make back then before wives and kids were a factor. We’d spend a couple of the summer months in Europe — “touring.”
It was our own version of a “tour.”
We planned on landing in London, renting a car and taking the auto-ferry across the Channel and drive around the continent.
