Eyes forward to the counter but ears tuned to the table behind, I listen. Two men banter -- WWII food memories transition to today.
One needs a haircut. Apparently, happens often: "My grandfather had curly hair, curlier than Mo."
"You sure do have pretty hair for your age," says the other.
"It's the only thing that's left," half-laughs the first.
"Yes. You have good hair and lousy teeth. I have great teeth and lousy hair."
Breakfast over, I see proof: Thick and wavy, silver gray. Beautiful. Really. For any age.
Which would you choose?
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