HARRY’S HAIR • by Mike Whitney

Harry’s hair had been in the process of falling out for years. He had tried every over-the-counter remedy and prescription available with no success.

Over the years, his receding hairline had become a widow’s peak, then male pattern baldness. For a time, he went with an awful comb-over. At last, one day he looked in his mirror and beheld the dreaded visage of a bald pate encircled with a wispy fringe.

His self-confidence, never high, fell to joke level. His wife pretended it didn’t matter but he saw how she looked at men with thick hair, and it crushed his spirit. He knew it was foolish vanity, but knowing a thing and disregarding it took a strength he lacked. As a youth, his full mane was not so much a source of pride as something he took for granted.

Lacking the chutzpa for a shaved head, he considered plugs, weaves, and hair pieces, all too expensive and none realistic enough to suit him. He took to wearing hats, floppy fisherman hats, and baseball caps. His large head on narrow shoulders could not support the look. His wife begged him to stop with the hats or go fishing.

So, he put hooks and lures on his fisherman’s hat and went fishing. He discovered peace in the solitude. He learned there is a thin line between fishing and standing on the shore like an idiot, but when he returned home with dinner in his creel, his wife would smile, remove his hat, and kiss his bald dome. “You’ve never been more attractive to me, dear,” she would say and in time, Harry came to believe her.


Mike Whitney writes from a hillside in Hayesville, North Carolina.


Posted on November 22, 2007 in Humour/Satire, Stories
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Comment by Avis Hickman-Gibb
2007-11-22 05:49:59

One can grow up at any age. Lovely piece. No pun intended!!! (Well, perhaps…)


Comment by mike whitney Subscribed to comments via email
2007-11-22 06:13:31

Avis,

One can grow up at any age. Lovely piece. No pun intended!!! (Well, perhaps…)

LOL, thanks, and hope you have a great Thanksgiving.

mike


 
 
Comment by dj barber
2007-11-22 09:24:17

Wait a minute!! I thought this was about lack of growth?
LOL!
Good story, Mike.


Comment by Jordan Lapp
2007-11-22 09:27:48

Lol! Nice one, DJ.

I loved the message behind this piece. Sometimes we’re the only ones who really care about how we look on the outside–others care about out inner beauty.


 
Comment by mike whitney Subscribed to comments via email
2007-11-22 10:16:31

Thanks! You are right! Thanks for reading and commenting. Happy Thanksgiving, or Boxing Day….

mike


Comment by Jordan Lapp
2007-11-22 10:54:38

Lol. Thanksgiving was in October up here, but thanks! And Boxing day is the day after Christmas Day (so we get two stats in a row ;P )


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Comment by vijayendra
2007-11-22 11:32:55

Sweet! I was worried for him.


Comment by mike whitney Subscribed to comments via email
2007-12-03 04:47:12

Thanks, Vijayendra! I appreciate your concern, and for commenting!

mike


 
 
Comment by Hasmita Subscribed to comments via email
2007-11-22 21:21:59

That was a sweet story :) Loved the end.


Comment by mike whitney Subscribed to comments via email
2007-12-03 04:48:07

Thanks very much, Hamita. ;>)

mike


 
 
Comment by Rena Sherwood Subscribed to comments via email
2007-11-23 09:30:09

Very cute and entirely believeable.


Comment by mike whitney Subscribed to comments via email
2007-12-03 04:49:19

Thank you, Rena. I’m glad you enjoyed it!

mike


 
 
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