Fleetingly Carol

Dear Reader, Who among you remembers "Only her hairdresser knows for sure"? If you do, raise your hand. Aha! You have just aged yourself! Well, dear Reader, that's perfectly alright, because I just admitted my age as well. When that commercial came out on television, our family had only 2 channels from which to choose. We children were our parents remote control. When Dad said, "Carol, turn the TV over," he did not mean to flip the television on its head. He meant to change the channel to the only other station we had. Well, enough about how old I am. I believe I've just established that I'm old enough to be going gray, but not old enough to look good at being gray, hence, 'only my hairdresser knows for sure'. I'm just a little gray around the temples.That's my story and I'm sticking to it. My hairdresser died with the dinosaurs and no one has seen my natural hair color since Women's Suffrage. In these tough economic times,

Did you ever wonder about people? I mean, did you ever wonder about how they could dress the way they dress in public? This past weekend really spiked my curiosity about that. A young man who stood about 6' 2" and weighed nearly 300 pounds if he weighed 50 sported a bald head except for the 12 inch blue spiked mohawk! And he had a girlfriend. Bless her heart. Another man swayed down the street swinging from side to side trying to take everything in with huge round eyes as he walked. But here's the funny part. His thinning dark hair was sticking out in all directions, he wore a shirt opened to the tucked in waist, and his shoes looked too long for his short stature. Oh, we can't leave the tra . . . er, ladies, out of the picture. Now I want to know how in the world an 80 year old, dark, wrinkled leathery woman can think of herself as attractive. I know this particular woman thought of herself as attractive, because her shirt, just like the man in the previous desc