The Boy with the ??? Hair

No, not green. Not purple. A curious shade of red was on his head. I saw him standing with a group of UW-Milwaukee students who were trying to decide just what shade of red was on William Kujawski’s head. Other students were enjoying the sunshine too, but they were loners talking on cell phones. So I sat down near the kid with the (fill in color here) head. He was slender and perhaps 5’ 5”. He told me it was okay if I took his picture, so I figured since we were near the Arts complex, he must be an artist. At that point I suspected he was wearing a wig.“Oh no,” he laughed. “I’m a third year pre-med student. Three rings pierced his upper lips, or was it his nose? I can’t remember, but oh well, I took his picture. “I’ve already applied to a bunch of medical schools, but I think I’m going to Johns Hopkins. I have straight A’s in all of my classes.”

So then we got comfortable and I asked if he was going to be a “big” medicine guy, meaning, “was he going to join the crowds of physicians eager to take money and then rush out for their first BMW.”

He looked startled. “I just want to help the poor,” he replied. “I’m from Milwaukee’s south side, and lots of folks down there are poor and need medical help.”

The conversation again returned to the exact color of his hair, which I defined as a kind of blue-red, not pink nor orange but a mix. I settled on Neon Red. One of the students came forth with a red flower. He held it up to Kujawski’s head.

“See, this is what I call real red,” he said.

Kujawski entered Thirdcoastdigest.com into his cell phone. Me, I was busy writing it on a scrap of notebook paper, forgetting that time had passed me by, and well, I was just an old lady with white hair, wishing I was 18 and being chased across campus by fraternity boys. I’ve got to say though, that the chap with the not-wig Neon Red hair would seem to have a very bright future. As he sauntered into that future, friends in tow, the sunlight bounced from his pate. His hair blazed.

“Wait!” I shouted. “Promise me you won’t show up at my death bed. It would put me over the edge.”

Or maybe not.