Bald Ain't So Bad

Sometimes, problems turn hairy.

As a country doctor, Fred Wallens prefers un-challenging patients.

Steve Blevins wishes he fit the bill.

Whether the medical bill or shampoo bill skyrockets first remains to be seen.

A bald doc, a hairy patient, and a helpful Wicker Woman.

Together, they must find a way to deal with the follicle fallout of good intentions gone bad.

An excerpt from Bald Ain't So Bad:

The Blevins men all had hairy wrists and knuckles, but Stevie had taken the trait farther than his dad or his Uncle Mike ever had.

Now the main reason I had trouble putting this strapping young fellow in the bank-robber headwear together with Stevarino was his hair. He’d never been a buzzcut kinda guy, but that day his shaggy brown locks fell past his jawline. Seemed like I would have noticed if he’d decided to go the biker hippie route, hair-wise.

“Morning, Steve,” I said when Abby (receptionist, nurse, insurance claim expert, and all-around office honcho, never mind whose name is on the plaque) checked him in and sent him back. “I didn’t have you down for another checkup until next month. What’s on your mind?”

“Hey, Doc. I got me a real problem I’m surely hopin’ you kin fix.”