Ol' Greybeard

So, the grey in my beard continues to spread. How about that? It's on my head as well, but not quite as evident there. I like it, but I'm wondering how quickly it's going to take over. Will it be a slow, gradual change, or am I going to look in the mirror on my 40th birthday and find myself grey with the occasional fleck of brown or red? Who knows? My dad has taken his time, but his sideburns were among the first to go, and I'm betting his whiskers are probably a motley crew.

I know, maybe it will turn out that our house has a poltergeist in it, and I'll have some horrible spiritual encounter that will leave me with a dashing white streak through my brow, like JoBeth Williams. God, I hope not. Simon, stay away from the light.

I had a friend in Arizona who grew a white patch under his chin, and a matching one on the top of his head. Funny thing.

Oh, we're going to the Tunbridge World's Fair next weekend. It's one of the longest-running country fairs in Vermont, and is said to be full of "old-time charm". I'm hoping that means deathtrap rides, apple cider, corn dogs, and pick-pocketing carny folk. This year, they are celebrating The Cow. Yes indeed.

Hear that Michele? More cows to pet!

Alison, I'll eat an extra funnel cake just for you. No, don't mention it, I'm glad to do it.