carlo

Thirty Five years ago, I screamed my ass off in a delivery room at Mt. Sinai Hospital in Detroit, Michigan. As I emerged, there was a befuddled silence. Concerned, the nurse grabbed a soft, damp cloth to wipe the top of my head. You don't often see a baby born with a full head of thick hair, let alone, one with an obvious streak of white curl at the back of his crown. "His hair will probably fall out soon anyway, most babies born with hair do." she said outward to the Delivery room. It never did.