“Darrel, let me borrow your hair.”
“What”
“Come on man, look at this bald scalp.”
“He-he, Rodney … anything you say.”
“Leslie, can you be the stylist?”
“Totally. Here, lay it like this.”
“Gee your hair smells terrific.”
“Why thank you Rodney.”
No, the conversation didn’t go exactly like that, but it was darn close. Happy Friday to every single one of you who has sent me gobs of support. Mr. Silly is back for now. He’s waving at me through the looking glass mouthing the words, “there’s hope.”