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I never had a moment’s regret. The second she went snip snip snip, I said Oh Yeah. People I didn’t even know were aware of me stop me and tell me how much better it is. I can take a shower any time I want (no need to have a three hour dry time), and I’m ready to go. And when I see what a difference it makes in my appearance, I know how appreciative someone will be to have a wig, and the hairdresser figured they would get three out of my thick hair which had been growing twenty years. Best of luck to the recipients!

written about 1960-1970? about a strong Catholic family (kind of a Phillip Roth, but Catholic instead of Jewish.) The main couple is built on deception. She is taken to be “delicate”, and non-communicative due to her simple mind. Turns out she has skillfully used this cover to live a life her husband has no inkling of, nor any ability to give her. There is also a man who purports to have been injured as only a man can be, and therefore has the sympathy and accompanying condescension of his circle of friends. Actually, the only one who knows about his actual physical prowess is the aforementioned woman, who has carried on a clandestine affair with him all along. If any of this sounds familiar to you, let me know, ok? The title itself was pretty funny, I’m quite sure.

I have always driven old cars (the newest ever was a 75 Triumph Spitfire). Right now I have a 66 Olds, with a little something wrong with everything. If you’ve had old cars you know – the trunk leaks, the glove box might not close, one strip of chrome threatens to come off, etc.; nothing major, but after a while, it culminates in a real sense of frustration. However, every time I have to drive a new car, I feel like I’m in bumper cars. They are so big outside, and cramped inside, and they drive like video games. Zip Zip. I am used to cruising. It’s like the difference between a full dress Goldwing and a screaming crotch rocket. Should I tough it out, or go for new?