I just got back from

I just got back from a visit to a barber, one of the honest-to-goodness kinds that I haven’t to in years. One of those places with a barber pole out front, guy named Mort waiting to get a cut after me, pictures of Joe Dimaggio and famous boxing champs on the wall, and the most frequent topic of conversation was gambling in Vegas.

After buzzing around my head once with some clippers the barber made a bold announcement.

“I bet you’ve been married for two years.”

“Two years this fall, yeah” I said. “How’d you know?”

“I only counted one gray hair.”