Male Leg Hair Pattern Baldness

I remember when I hit puberty I was deeply concerned about this strange body hair that took over my body much like The Birds took over Bodega Bay back in 1963.

For the next 25 years I was covered in hair. Well it wasn't a hair suit like some swarthy European fellow. But it was manly. I had hair on my head, face, chest, pits, naughty bits and legs.



As I reach my 55th year I fear that I have fallen victim to Male Pattern Leg Hair baldness. I am now much like these girls my wife used to go to school with.

You know, the girls that never shaved their thighs. They just shaved their calves, since that's all that stuck out below their skirts. Those young ladies had more hair on their upper legs than I now have. Heck, even my pit crop has become whispy.


It's no small wonder that old guys in shorts look like they have such spindley looking legs. It's because their legs are bald!













I wonder if their is a Leg Hair Club For Men?

Back At Barnes & Nobles

My wife and I went to Barnes & Nobles again. She wanted to see a presentation by author Debbie McComber. I was along for the ride and companionship.




While Mrs. McComber gave an excellent presentation, I headed towards the magazine stand to find my favorite guitar periodical.




I came upon this:

What I Found At The Book Store

I love to go to the book store. It's better than the library because I don't have to sit near some smelly bum that uses it as a place to nap. Usually I visit Barnes & Nobles or Borders.

Generally these stores are not located near places that smelly bums tend to congregate and they must not tolerate them hanging out at these stores since I seldom see or smell bums there. Although I do occasionally encounter an elderly patchouli wearing hippie at Barnes & Nobles.


I check out magazines to determine what I don't want to buy, while my wife looks for craft books and magazines. We can spend several hours reading the latest news on our varied interests.



One thing that has always astounded me is who publishes some of the rubbish found in today's magazines. I've actually seen the following titles: Stuff Magazine, Another Indie Music Magazine, Modern Ratchet Wrench Journal.



And then there was this one that I ran across yesterday. I guess when there is a buck to be made, these publishers must pander to different interest groups.

Here is one of the advertisements from that magazine.

Husband Charged With Domestic Violence For The Eighth Time - Stupid Criminal

BY KIMBALL PERRY - The Cincinnati Enquirer

A West Price Hill man with a history of arrests for beating his wife was in court again today, charged with hitting his wife with a water bottle and candle.

Gerald Wagner, 66, was arrested Saturday and charged with hitting his wife, Theresa Hendrix, in the eye with a plastic water bottle and in the eye with a candle.

Wagner was ordered held on a $2,000 bond.

This is at least the eighth domestic violence arrest for Wagner in which Hendrix was the accuser or victim. Most of those charges were dismissed or ignored by a grand jury, often when Hendrix didn’t show up to testify against him.


Wagner, who was in court today wearing a T-shirt that read “I have multiple personalities and none of them like you” just finished serving a jail sentence Tuesday where he pleaded guilty to domestic violence against Hendrix by throwing a water bottle at her and cutting her nose.

Wagner was arrested for domestic violence against Hendrix in 2006, 2004, 2002 and three times in 2003 but each of those charged were dropped or ignored by a grand jury.In those cases, Wagner was accused of assaulting Hendrix either with lit cigarettes, hitting her in the head with a mug and hitting her on the arm with an ash tray leaving a baseball-sized bruise on her, court records note.



I nominate Mr. Wagner for this week's genius of the week award.

My Brother's Birthday

Can you believe my baby brother is 50 years old?

His birthday was actually on July the 5th.

My sis-in-law wanted to surprise him with a party. So we celebrated this past weekend.







If a picture paints a thousand words, then I suppose a magazine covers at least the sum of it's circulation.








Happy Birthday Monty!