bald

With his bald pate, dark-framed glasses and knowing demeanor, he has become one of the foremost chroniclers of the world’s media barons and Manhattan potentates.

He often sent pictures of himself in a hoodie, his bald head and face hard to make out in shadow.

“Maybe next week, a bald eagle will fall dead out of the sky and splat right on the White House lawn.”

The way American newspapers caricatured his portly build and bald head, portraying him like some stubby supervillain sprung from the pages of one of their ludicrous comic books.

And then, of course, he’d walk off, and I’d see the top of his bald head and he would not even be looking at me.