To conquer these foes (because they are not just gray hairs by this time—they are translucent, like creatures from the deepest depths of the ocean), you need a dependable pair of tweezers (forget Revlon; think something that surgeons use to remove shrapnel) and one of the following: a good husband with at least +4.00 readers, a secluded and sunny parking spot, and a clean rearview mirror, or someone who owes you a lot of money.
