The New (some would say "improved") Pastor Jim

So, there I was --- walking through Lowe's, picking up parts to fix my leaky shower, when I spotted myself in a mirror. For most of my life, I've worn my hair long-ish; usually in a ponytail. It became part of my character. And since I've spent most of my working life as a musician or audio engineer, the look suited my business. The downside was, the hair on top of my head started committing suicide in my middle-20's. And now, newly-50, I stared into the mirror coming to the realization that I wasn't really fooling anyone. So, I stopped by the local barbershop (which I prefer over the one-size-fits-all family hair salons. I mean, if you can't smell the Aqua Velva in the air, it's just not a fitting place for a man to have his locks shorn). Fifteen minutes later, I looked like this.

I was sitting out in the sunroom this morning, thinking about the morning message and enjoying the beautiful Tennessee "nearly fall" weather, when my daughter snapped this picture. The irony in all this is that I shaved my head in order to look my age and this morning the women at GCA all said it made me look younger. So, now I look almost my age. Ahh, life's little mysteries.