Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda

I can't see the back of my head, but Zach told me a few days ago that I was sporting, as he called it, a reverse bald spot. Apparently the follicles at the crown of my head felt a stronger sense of attachment than those everywhere else.

I thought you might like to see this phenomenon, so I had him snap a couple of photos a few minutes ago and . . . well, um, it's gone.

Sorry about that.

I promise that if any other phenomena—like, say, crop circles—decide to appear, I will act quickly to document them for your viewing pleasure.