A brother-in-law's cling to hope.

My brother in law, who shall remain unnamed, but whose initials are K.E.N.T. H.U.R.S.T., frequently (as frequently as he can living 600 miles from Phoenix) attempts to poke fun at the fact that I have lost practically all of the hair on the top of my head.

Now, those of you who know me well, know that I would only be too pleased to loose what few remaining threads of hair I have left. When it comes to hair care, quite simply, I am lazy. If it is long enough that it needs to be combed, then it is time to get it cut. "Wash and wear." That's my motto. So, if what remains were to all fall out during the night, well, after cleaning up the mess on my pillow, I'd be a happy camper.

A couple of weeks ago, as we spent time together enjoying my in-law's 50th wedding anniversary celebration, the futile taunts began again. We were breaking lunchtime bread together in the Lion House, one of Brigham Young's former homes in Salt Lake City, now a restaurant. The food was excellent by the way. If you ever go, be sure to get yourself some of them rolls and slather on a bunch of the honey butter. Matter of fact, just shove a roll into your pocket for an afternoon snack and spoon all the butter into your mouth before someone else gets it. Now that's good eatin'.

Anyway, we're enjoying this lunch together and I am taking a couple of photos from different locations in the room. You know, for posterity and all. As I head back to my seat, I snap this photo of the top of Kent's head. Notice the reflection on top from the light. Notice as well the classic "male pattern" loss of hair from the entire top of his head.



Tonight, I had my wife take a photo of the top of my head. Never mind the stylish pajama bottoms; you know you like them. Focus your attention on the near-perfect shape of the top of my head. Since I don't often see myself from this angle, I wasn't aware that it is as perfect as it is. Amazing. Notice the reflection from the light.

Now, take a look again at my brother-in-law's head and imagine that the few stragglers that he chooses to grow long are removed. Seriously, is there any difference? I think not. I've tried to tell him this for many years now, but he refuses to believe me and continues to cling to this mistaken belief that he is not as bald as I am. Remove the comb-overs and, well, the proof is in the photos.

KENT: LET IT GO! It's ok! When we are restored to our perfect frames, you and I will have something more to look forward to than those who've lost nothing.

Bald is the best.

A new sister-in-law

Let me start by saying that I love my sisters-in-law. They've been great for my brothers, and for my brothers-in-law. Having said that, I'm very excited about the addition of another one. Yes, Russ is finally getting married! A tender mercy on all of us if there ever was one! An answer to many prayers. A wonderful moment in the history of the Perkins family.

What of the bride to be, Jennifer Eagar? I think I can safely speak for the entire family when I say that we are quite thrilled that Russ has followed the example set by his brothers and is "marrying up." Jen is wonderful. Need I say more? Her grace, beauty, spirituality, intellect and other fine traits will more than compensate for the veritable plethora of areas in which Russ falls short.

Russ, you know I love you, too, but this is about Jen.

Jen, we love you already and we welcome you to the family.

My kids

I'm really proud of my kids. Yes, they can be challenging at times, but I suppose that is fair, since I'm sure that as a father, I can be challenging to them at times.

Sometimes I wonder where time has gone. Dallas, Dylan and Kamryn will be turning 18, 15, and 8 respectively this November, Kelsey will be 12 not long after that. Hard to believe.

They each have their own talents and each make me smile and make me proud for many reasons.

Here is one of many. http://youtube.com/watch?v=JAuQUYXxgjc

Beegees - It doesn't get any better than that!

OK, I've added a 'Playlist' feature at the bottom of this blog, and added some of my favorite songs. I know, some of them date me. What can I say. Brigham, the first two on the list are for you. You know you like them.

Here is a short video clip of me at the rope swing downstream from Mooney Falls in Havasupai. It's a great cooling off spot if you are hiking to or from Beaver Falls. You'll notice that I have a pretty sweet move for a middle-aged, bald guy. Good times.