Harry Harold's Hairy Halt
Harold Noggin really wore his name well. Blessed with a full head of coarse black hair at birth, it's no wonder his mom suffered heartburn for most of her pregnancy. Harold quickly became Harry for short and as his thick black hair continued to grow, he had no problem answering to the apt modification of his name. Year after year, he continued to enjoy the gift of the coif and every yearbook picture proved it. Not a square in Harry's pictures wasn't ever filled by Harry's big hair. Harry continued on this path of hairdo bliss for a solid 34 years until two days before his 35th birthday when he glanced in the mirror and almost fainted when he saw early evidence of what would become a rapidly receding hairline. Harry couldn't believe it. No, he wouldn't believe it. He brushed his hair back knowing very well that it would fluff out, but much to his dismay, he saw more scalp than hair and dropped the brush in the sink. He ran his hands through his hair and wish he hadn't because hair was falling out everywhere. By his 36th birthday, the Harry we knew stopped looking in the mirror. His hat collection grew and he began insisting that people call him by his real name Harold and not Harry anymore.
~ Miss Mo Rose
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