All Write, Already!

In my life I have had long long pony tails down to my butt, twice, a flat top that was the envy of marines worldwide, I had my Fraternity letters carved on the back of my flattop, I had a rat tail in the '80s, and, as I mentioned to a coworker earlier today, I worre a baseball cap literally every day for more than three years.
But now I'm in my 40s (great googly-moogly, how'd that happen???) and I've turned to a more "professional" haircut. It's parted on the side, usually the left side, and when I looked in the mirror this morning I actually was pleased with the result.
I haven't felt that since college. and I really felt great.
But then I saw it.
The gray one.
Just one.
I thought, "Adieu, youthful visagé, Hello, mortalité"
Then I plucked it.
Now I know why young men go bald. It has nothing to do with their mom's dad's hairline, and everything to do with their own vanity. Pluck one, and more fall out. Plucking one sets off a chain reaction that never ends.