Bad Hair Day

I know where I get my unmanageable hair from!

Lorenzo Roath was my 4th-great-grandfather. Orphaned at age six in 1817, he went on to become, first, a postal worker, delivering mail on horseback between Lexington and Salem, Ohio; he then studied law, passed the bar, and defended those with even worse hairstyles than his. He fathered twelve children before kicking the bucket in 1897.