Another advantage of being epidermally enhanced.

Last Thursday my family and I went to a concert by Miley Cyrus.  It was a lot of fun being with my wife and 2 kids, and we had a good time, overall.  The fact that our seats were 4 rows from the very top of the AT&T Center in San Antonio, and the opening act was nepotism at it’s very worst, only diminished our enjoyment a small amount.
On Sunday mornings it takes about 30 minutes to get through the 2 and a half miles or so of downtown Austin, because, well, Austin traffic sucks.  (The official motto of Austin is “Live Music Capital of the World”.  My motto for Austin is “Welcome to Austin, Expect Delays”.)  With the Friday rush hour starting at about 2PM on Thursday, so leaving at about 3PM, I was expecting about an hour and half to get through town.  We live near the down town area, and I do believe that we set a record to get out of Austin.  About 20 minutes from our house I realized that we were almost to Buda (that is pronounced “beeyouda” and it is pronounced as one syllable. If you are curious) and that is normally a 30 to 40 minute ride no matter what time or what day. I took it as a fantastic sign of the trip. I should have recognized it as an omen for our return.
What has this got to do with being bald?  I am not a small man.  I am 6′ tall and too wide to discuss here. But with hair I would be just another mop in the hallway. I went down the claim the camera that they took away from me, which is another story altogether, during the “last song” and told the family where I would be. I got the camera very quickly and went to wait near the door, where I could see the escalators. I was standing under the exit arrow.  I was visible, because five steps off of the escalator, about 40 feet and 2000 people, my son made eye contact with me. (At 15 years old, he is almost 6′ tall)  I waved at him, but being 15, he did not return the wave.  I asked when he saw me and he had seen me before I saw him.  I said that was pretty cool.  He said, “Come on Dad, you’re kind of hard to miss”, as he reached up to rub the top of my head.    I really didn’t, and don’t, know exactly how to take that, but we were together again, in a packed crowd.  Now all we had to do was go to the car and get out of the lot.

Join us tomorrow, for what could be called more of the story.