Harold---The Loud Memory

First ( and close to the last) time I colored my hair was while I was in summer school. [I spent several college summers anywhere but at home, come to think of it] Anyway. I have no idea what my hair really looked like, but within minutes of drying it, I was bouncing out into the bright summer light just in time for Harold to see it. He stopped his Volkswagen on its nose, bounded over to me, and screeched for the entirety of Jefferson County: "My Gawd! It's Whore of Babylon Red!"