I don’t really know why that title came to me. Silliness perhaps. I have a fondness in my heart for the comb-over. My Dad had one. I love my Dad. I miss my Dad. I know he would have gone “storm chasing” with me. Then he would have wondered why the wind always had to blow his hair the wrong way, and it would stick up, and I would laugh and he would comb it back dawn. ❤
P.S. I saw a shooting star early this morning! Very cool!