... you trying to say there is a direct correlation between those two
events?
No, I didn't get Dutch Elm bugs in
my scalp, but
If I ever wrote a novel, those two bittersweet events would be tied together.
In 1960 when I moved to the Chicago
suburbs all the streets in my neighbor-
hood were the floors of magnificent 60 foot
gothic archways created by the elms;
there were at least a couple of mature
trees on the parkway of each house.
By 1968 as my hairline began to
recede the trees were being decimated.
Two parallel events, my way of getting
some humor out of it. Maybe if I'd
started using some Rogaine, the trees
would have come back.