A bold adventure. Allies required.

I didn't know how long the "Lose the Locks" party at the salon would last, but I knew I wouldn't have much time. My sister Beth was on her way into town with her son and I needed to be back to take Bobby into Gators while she joined Laura's support group at the salon.

I dropped Laura at the salon and drove casually toward Gators until I was out of sight. A few quick turns later and I parked in front of the barber.

As soon as she'd laid out her plans for the salon party, I'd formulated my secret plan to shave my head at the same time. She would come to Gators with her friends from the salon, feeling a bit conspicuous with her short hair, and I'd surprise her with my own. It was calculated to relieve some of her stress at looking so different.

Her hair had been long -- shoulder length at least -- since we were married more than three decades ago.

I was a little early for my appointment, but happily, Gina took me to a chair right away. It didn't take long, and as I looked in the mirror, I surprised myself. I could live with that, at least for awhile.

A quick swipe of my card, and I was on my way back.

Beth's double-take at the Gators parking lot made me smile, though the patrons inside didn't know me and didn't give me a second glance. I guessed I didn't look so freaky after all.

The conversation with Bobby about his week at middle school occupied us. Time dragged. We ordered appetizers and found other topics.

I was a little distracted. Every time the door opened, I was ready to see Laura and her entourage coming in from the salon. Time after time, I was disappointed. How long does it take to get a haircut?

Finally she appeared in the doorway, scanning. It was dark compared to outside and at least thirty feet from the door to where we sat, but soon she saw us and headed over. I was able to conceal my surprise under my baseball cap most of the way.

Her new cut was really good. The original idea was to shave her head, but she decided on short hair for the interim. It took a little adjustment since I'd never seen it on her before, but definitely made her look younger.

You can guess the rest. About ten feet away, her eyes widened. I took off the cap. Her jaw dropped.

Mission accomplished. A momentary diversion, at least.

Now we can share the future with something akin to a united perspective, though I don't kid myself about the difference between her hair loss and my shaved head. A guy can pretty easily convince himself he's rockin' that look, and now I notice guys with shaved heads everywhere. But of course it's different for women.

We'll cross that bridge when we get to it.