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While I have been fortunate to be cancer-free, I have been touched by this terrible disease. I lost my mother and my wife, Susan. Members of my immediate family, as well as my extended family and circle of friends, have battled cancer, some successfully, others not.
Within the last year I have cried too many times as great horsemen and women—and dear friends—lost their battles. Now, decades-old friendships are being threatened. I can't just cry—again. What can one person do against such a monstrous foe?
Most everyone who knows me has never known me without my ponytail. I've had two. The first I started in college in the 1960s and kept until the late '80s. The second began in the early '90s and is still hanging. Not for long!
From their inception I have admired Locks of Love, the charity that collects human hair to be used for wigs for kids whose hair was sacrificed to cancer treatment. The time has come for them to have my hair. On Feb. 16, 2015 I am doing the deed, saying a happy goodbye to my hair and sending it to Locks of Love.
I am asking you to join in the fun. I would like to raise funds for hospital-based cancer care centers in my home community of Ithaca, NY and my winter residence—and home to so many equestrians—Wellington, FL.
Anything you can donate as a toast to my ex-ponytail is deeply appreciated. Join me in taking a step, small or large, to provide care for those fighting cancer. Join with me to honor dear friends, family members, industry icons here and gone who fight for their lives.
In no way am I trying to compete with organized charities, nor do I expect to raise a huge sum. But so many people over the years have, shall I say, expressed an interest in my ponytail—including those with scissors in hand—that I would like to capitalize on it for fun but with a serious purpose.
I've always thought of my ponytail as priceless. Prove me wrong. How much is it worth to whip cancer with it?
Within the last year I have cried too many times as great horsemen and women—and dear friends—lost their battles. Now, decades-old friendships are being threatened. I can't just cry—again. What can one person do against such a monstrous foe?
Most everyone who knows me has never known me without my ponytail. I've had two. The first I started in college in the 1960s and kept until the late '80s. The second began in the early '90s and is still hanging. Not for long!
From their inception I have admired Locks of Love, the charity that collects human hair to be used for wigs for kids whose hair was sacrificed to cancer treatment. The time has come for them to have my hair. On Feb. 16, 2015 I am doing the deed, saying a happy goodbye to my hair and sending it to Locks of Love.
I am asking you to join in the fun. I would like to raise funds for hospital-based cancer care centers in my home community of Ithaca, NY and my winter residence—and home to so many equestrians—Wellington, FL.
Anything you can donate as a toast to my ex-ponytail is deeply appreciated. Join me in taking a step, small or large, to provide care for those fighting cancer. Join with me to honor dear friends, family members, industry icons here and gone who fight for their lives.
In no way am I trying to compete with organized charities, nor do I expect to raise a huge sum. But so many people over the years have, shall I say, expressed an interest in my ponytail—including those with scissors in hand—that I would like to capitalize on it for fun but with a serious purpose.
I've always thought of my ponytail as priceless. Prove me wrong. How much is it worth to whip cancer with it?