For the last 2 Sundays, I've worked on the patio at my new place.  Before, it was a dangerous sort of walk from the back door because you had to be careful where you stepped.  One could have easily twisted their ankle and since I get hurt enough without help, I couldn't afford for that to happen.

 So I undertook what I now dub, "The Patio Project."

 What follows is a pictorial essay (with comments) on my latest building project.

Growing up, I was kind of a goody-two-shoes.  I really never did anything wrong.  I was only grounded once (a story for another time).  I lived my mischievousness out vicariously through others.  Thus, the story of the pocketbooks and fishing line.

My friends and I lived way out in the country on a road that more or less existed to get people from A to B.  Our little community was neither A nor B; we lived in the middle of nowhere.

Entertainment for little boys was scarce in the Summer.  Bike riding.  Baseball.  Basketball.  Fishing.  You'll notice that none of these activities drain the devilishness that lives inside of every little boy.  Boys need an outlet for these urges.

My friends found such an outlet.  Pocketbooks and fishing line.

I've done it.  I ordered the generic version of Rogaine.  Minoxidil is the magic ingredient and it promises to restore my masculinity.

I know the negatives.  It'll make my scalp itch.  Maybe even dry it out some.  It may not work even for me.  And if it does, I'll have to use it for the rest of my life.

I paid $55 for a year's supply of the stuff off ebay.

Ask any bald man:  Is $55 a year too much to pay for hair?

That's a rhetorical question.