Best rug in America

 Best rug in America


                                    



                                                     Berman's best


    This was an endless topic for Greg, who at first spoke ill of all men who refused to accept baldness. Sculped hairdos, combovers and "pieces" were all berated by the man who then had a full head of healthy hair. As his follicular inheritence began to show he lamented the fact but then took it like a man. At first he made fun of himself and suggested a can of "top coverage" as an Xmas gift but as his 50's and 60's passed he just lived with the fallout. In truth, like his father before him he really was never completely bald but just was receding very slowly. He actually had flowing locks of silvery hair on the sides but the top was back on the thirty-yard line of his scalp. The refusal to accept aging was a subject he discussed heatedly with me and many a laugh was made at those poor old coots who thought they were fooling someone with these grecian formula jobs or eighty year old faces under black heads of hair. The wisdom of the father was passed on to Greg when it came to describing the best and worst rugs in America. The aging men, all part of show business were on display on TV variety and interview shows. Sometimes John would just shout at a John Wayne or Marv Albert or Frank Sinatra "look at that  rug!" He also praised the populr comedian Shelley Berman who had an expert hair piece creator make him a "butch rug" that looked so natural it was truly undetectable. Greg never failed to laud Berman decades after his comic prime time. By the twenty-first century Mr. Berman had gone to the very detectable toupee but when his career had a huge revival with Curb Your Enthusiasm he finally accepted his bald head that looks perfectly natural on his eighty year old pate. Others were not so brave and stood before the footlights with what appeared to be small animals clinging to their noggins. Some of the more egregious according to Greg would be the idiotic Chuck Norris, the sad John Travolta, the blatant Burt Reynolds, Elton John, Sean Connery and the not that bad Ben Affleck or Ted Danson. Sometimes the "piece" would make the man grotesque as in half of the KISS dumbass group. Greg's commentary would be like "look at that for Christ's sake...who does he think he is fooling!" In the case of an aging Tony Curtis's folly he might just shorten it to "for God's sake!"



                                                     come on Tony!



 






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