Over the weekend, one of the fantastic cleaning crew at my $50-a-night hotel handed me one of those little bottles of shampoo.
Yet after six weeks in the hotel, I had not entirely used the first tiny shampoo.
I'd like to attribute that to my penurious nature but that's only a fancy word for being cheap, a skinflint, miserly, tight-fisted and so on.
But of course I have little hair.
To be clear -- I have lost hair on my head but the hair has merely migrated to other areas. I liken it to plate tectonics, where there were various mega continents in the early days of the planet but, in my most scientific language, stuff changed.
My hair has migrated.
I had to consider whether this small gift came from my cheapness -- I am raised Scotch-Irish -- or my balding noggin.
Obviously, it's both.
One of the many lessons I've learned as the Homeless Editor is what little I need. I lived in a beautiful cabin I called The Hermitage that was probably less than 200 square feet. Now I'm in a hotel room less than 100 square feet.
Wherever I land will be goddamn palatial.
Peace and simplicity unto all of you my brothers and sisters.