Hair today, gone tomorrow

I admit it - every now and then, I dream about hair. Nice long flowing hair. On my head. Which I don't normally have.

Sure, you've seen the bumper stickers and such: God only made a few perfect heads, the rest he covered with hair.

Whatever the reason, our society seems to be obsessed with hair. Don't believe me? Just look at William Shatner, Burt Reynolds, George Burns, Nicolas Cage, the list goes on and on. Hair Club ads are everywhere.

The message is clear and simple: If you don't have hair, you're missing out on life.

I don't quite buy that, myself. I have a good life, thank you very much. A little more hair wouldn't change that. Might keep me a little warmer in the winter, and provide a little shade in the summer. But that's about it.

Plus, showers in the mornings are a breeze! No need to run the hair dryer when you're done, either.

One of my follically challenged heroes of late has been Terry O'Quinn. Maybe you know him as John Locke on "Lost". I always enjoyed his guest appearances on "JAG". And he appeared on "Alias" more than a few times as well. Standing up for clear-headed guys everywhere!

So those dreams of hair are just that - dreams. Innocent fancies of a subconscious mind. No plans of hairpieces, hair plugs, hair clubs, hair dryers.

After all, why would I want to ruin a good thing?