Redheads

There's a guy that Margaret and I keep seeing at Noah's Bagels in the morning who has long hair, which isn't by itself that noticable. What makes it memorable is that it's bright red. We've dubbed him "The Volcano." I'm glad that my brother isn't there to see it, as the mere sight of a redheaded man ignites a fury in him that burns as bright as their hair. I shudder to imagine what he would do at the sight of that much red hair.