But the day came when the thinning, moth-eaten looking head of hair needed attention and he decided to go to the salon on the Lower Level and hasten the process. "Take pictures!", I said, as he left for the elevator.
Judy cut his hair as short as possible without actually shaving it, and we quite liked the result. So did most of the residents. To one lady who is legally blind, Mr. Bob suggested that she come feel his head when she was through with supper. Upon doing so, her delight came as quite a surprise.
"I really love it! Did it all fall out or did he shave it?"
Susan is either out of town or away from her computer, for we've not had her reaction yet.
Mischievous from birth, Christopher, remembering Mr. Bob's loathing of Elvis, sent this our way: