One time? In band camp? There was back hair? Seriously, though, this article starts with a “one time, in band camp” story. It was summer in Bowling Green, Kentucky—that place where someone was dumb enough to build the National Corvette Museum on top of a sinkhole, dooming it to a hilariously subterranean fate. I was … Continue reading How to grow back hair, or why I will no longer write Dixie Gardening