Coming out of Walmart, I ran into a former student wheeling carts into the "Super" store in which he worked.  "Hi, Kevin," I said.  He paused...looked puzzled.  A long silence..."You're going gray!"  "Yes," I said, flippantly.  "I've decided to quit dying my hair."  As I strode past defiantly, he called out...."It looks great."

In pioneer days, no one worried about going gray...it was all about teamwork, survival, love, and staying alive. Oh, I already said that.  And, orgasms weren't really all that worried about either.  But, I bet it was just as passionate...or not. F...ing Hollywood.