BALDNESS is something that I've gotten used to, like any other handicap. It wasn't always this way. In law school in '69-72, I had the longest hair in my class. That went with my characterization by some gutless, anonymous Republican wag who scratched upon the wall of a bathroom stall that I was "a commie." I vociferously opposed the Vietnam War.

Actually, with regard to my "long" hair, it puffed out more than it hung down. It curled more than it drooped, you might say. But soon enough, I could see baldness approaching, like an atmospheric disturbance off on the horizon. My father was bald; his father was bald. If I wanted to be hirsute, I was going to have to be satisfied with my chest and, later in life, my ears.

With the exception of the war hero Ike, no bald man has ever been elected President, and few in lesser offices, so I gave up political ambitions long ago. Baldness also presents certain social problems since many people perceive lack of head hair as unattractive. Fortunately for me, this has changed dramatically since the advent of the Michael Jordan look. Guys like Woody Harrelson, Jason Statham & Shaq help make baldness fashionable today.

Plus, like many guys of my ripe vintage, I have great eyebrows!