Thomas Bowman's toupee, alas, was never found. He was somewhat mollified by the gift of a very fine hat from Westcliff on Christmas day.

“Many times in life I've regretted the things I've said without thinking. But I'…”

“Hell was not a pit of fire and brimstone. Hell was waking up alone, the sheets …”

“I had never ironed anything in my life. The proper pressing of a shirt was a my…”

“... no matter where you go or what you do, I'll love every day for the rest of …”