A Word About My AgeOkay, I've recieved enough commentary via email to address this. Some of you have made note that I sport this luxurious head of nearly-white hair, yet also notice that I am the father of four and five year-old girls.
The answer is: No, I didn't do a Tony Randall.
My age? 38
My hair? Started it's greyward trek in high school.
Why don't I dye it? because I'm not married to you. The only opinion that matters on the subject happens to like it.
There, I'll leave it alone now.