Argh! You peeked! But it's true that most of the hair on one's head now resides right above (or in) one's ears. And green might be a refreshing change...
My history as an honorable tribal member goes way back. When I was a kid in an older New England city, us and the cranky Catholic lady up the street were the only non-Jews on the block. And yes, not some but ALL of my best friends were Jewish.
At school and in the neighborhood, we celebrated the Jewish holidays and knew the drill on Kosher food laws. And it took me a coupla years after moving to white-bread Midwest suburbia not to reach up to touch the Mezuzah when entering a friend's house.
Sometimes I miss the old neighborhood, but you guys help me keep in touch with the old pseudo-roots... : )