Dewey had the thickest, blackest head of hair of anyone in the class. The girls all loved to run their fingers through his curly locks. Ten years after graduation he was cue-ball bald from front to back, yet with dense tufts of hair to comb and trim still on the side and on the back of his neck. No doubt he tried Rogaine; perhaps Bosley. Even vinegar is said to help in such a condition, but not for Dewey. His condition was a reality for God too, who now did not have to count so high in his case. Dewey took it in stride because, as time would have it, baldness became the new sexy.
