In 2001, my partner's wife developed breast cancer and as a way of showing support for her, I shaved my head. After a heroic battle on her part, some drastic, life changing surgery, and several years, she beat the disease and (knock wood) is doing very well. I kept shaving my hair short partly for superstitious reasons, but partly because it reminded me of the fragility of life and except for some periods where I had to let my hair grow because of an assignment at work, I've maintained the regiment. When my friend Meredith became involved with St Baldrick's several years ago, I supported her, but always felt I could do more. This year, as a team captain, she picked a venue where I had some connections and I offered to provide some music to make it more of a party, but I still did not think it was quite enough. So, here I am. Doing a little more. I let my hair grow the last couple months until I feel like a total hippy (it's a few inches long) and I'm sending out this message to folks I know to get involved in St Baldrick's the way I did a few years ago-that being,for you to donate some money to this cause. It's really very easy and it will make you feel good about yourself. I promise.