After a bit of practice, I finally managed to restrain my spendthrift habits and start saving. The trouble is that the quiet satisfaction that comes with building up some modest reserves for a rainy day diminishes somewhat when you realize… Read More ›
I know. I know. There is nothing that rams home the loss of your youth more brutally than the sight of your ever-balder scalp in the morning mirror. It is the daily reminder – as if you needed one – that you are not the man that once you were, your diminishing crop of hair acting as a metaphor for vitality that is ebbing away and opportunities that are long past and lost forever
William J Hood 