When you have hair like this, as I do, you get into weird conversations with complete strangers. Why? I have no idea, but people seem to think that a comment is required sometimes. Here’s a fairly typical example of a conversation that I’m forced to have now and then. It happened earlier this week while I was heading down to the ground floor to run an errand: Random middle-aged man in elevator: “That’s some red hair you got there.”Me: “Yes, well, thanks to my parents.”RMAMIE: “Wow, both of them?”Me: “Yep, they both had it. It’s a recessive gene, so they…