He Dived Into the Pool
He dived into the pool in his backyard in a suburb of Chicago in late July the year before I graduated from high school. He was the brother-in-law of my school friend. I watched his head come up out of the water and his skull shone through the scraggly, wet hairs.
I thought, “Ough, look at that bald head.”
Years and years and some more years later, I breaststroke across the condo pool in Phoenix diving in and coming out and diving back in and coming back out and not thinking about my hair until I walk up the stairs to the condo and look in the
bathroom mirror and think, “Ough, look at that bald head.”
And so it goes, hair today gone tomorrow.