I glanced to my side to observe a short, stocky, fortysomething guy wearing a billowy white cotton shirt. His pate appeared clean-shaven. This is a dude who can pull off that look, I thought. I’m bald myself, but if I were to go full cue ball, I think the result would be an unmitigated disaster — picture Jeff Goldblum in The Fly.
“Giles, that was a blast, but I think once a year is just about right!”
The woman in the backseat of my taxi was talking to her husband, the bald dude, who was riding shotgun. I was driving them back to their home in Jericho.... Read more