Today I'm guest posting over at Clark Kent's Lunchbox. Ron Mattocks, the proprietor of the blog, is one of the OG's of Daddy Blogging, as well as an honest-to-God author with a book--Sugar Milk--that I am currently enjoying and you should rush out and buy immediately, and a regular writing gig at Houston Family Magazine, among a million other projects. And with his recent appointment as Carnival Cruise Ship Ambassador, he is also a diplomat of the high seas!
Although Ron can be as funny and ironic as anyone in the blogosphere, he tends to wear his heart on his sleeve, and his essential nice guyness comes through in every post and every page of his book. I think that's the secret of his massive popularity among readers and other bloggers. Don't tell Ron this, but whenever I mention something from one of his posts, or from our correspondence, my wife says, "He's the earnest guy, right?" And I say "yeah." Usually I would say "earnest" with a hint of snark in my voice, but in Ron's case, I say it with admiration.
In addition to being a wonderful writer and an all around mensch, he's got great hair, and for that I can never forgive him. Thanks, Ron, for all your encouragement, and for this opportunity to post on your esteemed blog!
I’ve gotten to the point in my life where, like a lot of men, I need to make a decision about my hair. The options, however, are limited. I guess it would be more accurate to say that the reasonable options are limited. I could always go for something like the look rocked by one of the cashiers at my local Home Depot: kind of a William Shakespeare thing, curling under at the jawline, with the few remaining wisps on top swept back like the gossamer wings of a dragonfly. Or I could spend hours each day maintaining an elaborate comb-over like the guy who sits in the old K-Car filled with newspapers and plastic hangers in the parking lot by the tennis courts.