As I make the drive through DeKalb every day and see the changes that are being made by the construction crews, it comes to mind that change is inevitable.
A reminder came to that notion Friday morning as I sat in a chair and watched my long locks fall to the floor. I am told at 62 years of age it was time to be rid of the long hair. Now, I am not too sure about it yet, but hey, it can always grow back.
But also while I was sitting in my hair stylist’s chair I was listening to the music she was playing. I didn’t recognize the artist, can’t tell you her name right now, even though Sami told me twice, but the music was nice. I was enjoying it.