Some days I just want to climb onto my mother's lap, have her rub my head and tell me everything is going to be alright. Unfortunately, being the oldest member of your family doesn't allow that.

Shelby and I are working on transferring my Medicare from Tennessee to here, get a new primary care, and maybe a gym membership way down the road. I finally decided to get my head and face a long past due buzz cut, and I just saw Shelby's hair person.

Her name is Jordan, manages her own studio, and has worked for Shelby in productions around town for years. It was the best haircut and beard trim I've ever head, everything removed except my goatee, which was styled nicely, and ears and eyebrows were trimmed.

I even had oil applied to my head and rubbed down with a hot damp towel, named Mom.