Rock the Combover

In one of those deep family conversations we seem to have so often . . . we went from hair color to which traits are passed on through your mother's side of the family. So at some point, accurate or not, Erika said that Peter was doomed. But, she was quick to add, he'll be 'rocking the combover'.  My apologies to Grandpa and Uncle Bob. It was just one of those phrases you don't see coming. A lot of life is that way--I'm just grateful for little joys like that one.