Mar 012015

I’ve noted before that when a guy like me has a mohawk, the difference between spray-on color and natural color is the difference between ball coach dad and thug.


“You talkin’ to me? Hey. You talkin’ to me?”

I kept it to attend church this morning at my pastor’s behest, though he thought I was coming with the color. (I left it off because there was still a lot of blue on my scalp after the initial cleanup last night, and I didn’t want to risk going to work with such tomorrow.) There are a couple of older folks who vaguely disapprove—they did last year too—but it was/is mostly fine.

The trip to Publix for chili components was interesting. Folks were polite enough, but no one spent any longer than necessary interacting with me. (To be fair, I didn’t have a cashier or bagger I recognized, which is a little unusual.) It was the first time I’d been anywhere but church with it. I think people were even more unnerved by it than when I had the chops. (I went to Publix with those too.)

I don’t know what I’m going to do next year. I’ve kind of left myself nowhere to go on Crazy Hair Day.

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Feb 282015

We played our last Upward game this afternoon, and yes, it was Crazy Hair Day again.


Hey, what’s tougher-looking than a mohawk with a bald spot?

Can’t say enough about how important this ministry is to me, and how it blesses me many times over the amount of commitment it requires. I wish my assistant coach had been here for the photo too, but he had an out-of-town Scholar’s Bowl tournament.

This is my third mohawk. I need a new do for next season.

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Feb 242015

Saintseester and I have long laughed at The Weather Channel’s ridiculous practice of naming winter storms, because a) the names aren’t necessary; and b) absolutely no one uses them. ‘Seester had the awesome idea of naming them after breakfast cereals. So, we’re expecting Winter Storm Cheerios tomorrow. You see kids, hurricanes need names because they […]

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Feb 202015

When 72-year-old Gordon Van Gilder was riding in the passenger seat of a car stopped by Cumberland County, New Jersey sheriff’s deputies for a traffic violation, he hadn’t an inkling he’d be charged with a felony and be facing quite possibly the rest of his life in prison. Van Gilder had just purchased for his […]

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