The 501

Cheapskates have more fun. So do blondes. One of my blonde college schoolmates rode shotgun with me, Texas to Arkansas and back. Guys kept honking and waving. Her name was Judy. “What’s the deal?” I asked her, regarding all the unexpected attention. “It’s the hair,” she said matter-of-factly. I was impressed but didn’t think I myself could handle that much fun. Besides, it would have cost me…