Say 'Hi' to Harry

Every now and then, when I pick up an eyebrow pencil, I think of Harry Brunsworth… of all things. You wouldn’t know him. He lived in the Alabama town where I grew up and he’s been dead for years. But, Lord knows, why do these strange memories lurk in our sub-consciousness, or our make-up drawer? Harry Brunsworth just happened to be the husband of the woman who did my clothing alterations. If you’r…