What is it that men and women have about hair?Men can't seem to have enough and women can't abide with having it anywhere other than on their head (that's a blog for Nancy or Rona). When I was young I hated my "crab grass" hair. Now that I've reached a certain age and retained it, albeit silver, I get lots of positive comments, eg, "you've got your hair", from both sexes. I don't get it. What is it about hair?

We were in Florida last weekend visiting my Mom in Delray. Every morning we took a walk along the beach and enjoyed the 50 degree temperature difference from home. (I understand how the happiness of New Yorkers in Florida is tied to the difference in the weather.) While walking I couldn't help but think of the dog walking blogs --- Fred's and David's. Lots of people walking dogs along Delray's beach.

I distinctly rememberattending an event with my wife.  My wife always loved Joan Baez, while I was always the devout Dylan fan.  I got her tickets to see Joan Baex in the city one time during the early-mid 2000's.  Probably not unpredictably, at one point in the show, Joan Baez went on and on about her feelings against the war.  After the show, my wife confided in me that she thought I was going to get "so mad."  I wasn't exactly shy about my dedicated support for our nation, our troops and our cause in both the wars on terrorism.    

Sitting with a client in the office the other day, we were going down names on a list. His name is Sebastian and he is from somewhere in South America, I forgot exactly. I have known him for about five years or so. He told me that his name was on the list. No it isn't I told him. Yes, he said, it is right here as he pointed to the name John Gordon or something like that. News to me, but Sebastian had legally changed his name. He wants to act and preferred a John Wayne type name. I thought it was a bad trade. I like Sebastian better.

Once in a while I notice a screw or small bolt somewhere on the floor in my house. I normally pick up, stare at it and look around to see where this may fit. I look at all the surrounding furniture, appliances and mechanical stuff. Invariably it doesn't seem to go anywhere. So I put it in on top of my dresser thinking I'll eventually find what this screw is holding together. However, that never seems to happen.  

At Fred’s behest, indeed insistence, I convey the following tale.  Dogs long have been known to men (single or otherwise) as potential “chick-magnets” (to use the vernacular) – a man walking a dog can elicit female interest in the walker, via the walkee.  But did you think that dog-walking also might result in happenstance networking leading to employment?  Fred calls it “canine networking.”