Neal Pollard Two women sitting on a plane They didn’t seem acquainted The “aisle one” seemed in anger and pain The other by cares seemed untainted “Window woman” smiled with a beam As past their row I filed The other was cursing at a full steam She was ruffled, rankled and riled After the flight, … Continue reading THE GIRL ON THE WINDOW OR THE AISLE?
Neal Pollard Positively traumatic. I don’t know another way to describe it. Sure, I knew about the gentle receding of hair on my forehead—or “sixhead,” as my good friend Dean Murphy recently called it. However, nothing prepared me for “the picture.” Sure, I’ve had people, even recently, noting the thinning of my hair on top. … Continue reading A BLIND SPOT TO MY BALD SPOT