We drive into a small complex in the woods--a road lined with cabins on either side. It's a kind of a counter-cultural hub of odd characters, so I'm surprised when we get out of the car and start to unpack that I look to my left and see J. sitting on the porch of one of the cabins. I sit with him and ask about his new baby and spouse--he says they're inside.
I'm going bald. At first I think it's in kind of an odd way, but then I decide it is just standard male pattern baldness. "Oh well," I think, "I guess it is time to start shaving my head."
