Bald! Bald! Baldrick's!

The deed is done. Here's the gruesome end result:

Actually, I don't think it looks too bad. A friend at work said I look like Michael Stipe, which I'm assuming was meant as a compliment. Interestingly, my scalp is already back to stubble, a little more than twenty-four hours later. Soon my hair will be back to normal, and it will once again be sadly obvious that I'm bald by nature, not by choice. Sigh.

The St. Baldrick's event at Smith & Wollensky was excellent--well-run and a lot of fun. Lots of warmth and camaraderie, and really made me feel like I was part of something important. A local representative of the NCCF (unfortunately, I've forgotten his name) took the time to talk to me and thank me for my participation. I thanked him, in return, for having the chance to be part of it.

I'd like to thank each and every one of you who supported my efforts, either through donation or encouragement. I'm not a terribly effective saleman, but I was successful far beyond my expectations--fortunately, this is such a great cause that it practically sold itself.

If you'd still like to donate, by no means is it too late! Any and all donations, no matter how tardy or how small, are greatly welcomed by St. Baldrick's and the NCCF. Every dollar gets us a little closer to finding a cure. As before, you can donate online with a credit card here, or if you'd prefer check or cash, email me to make the necessary arrangements.

A huge thanks to each and every one of you!