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Friday, January 14, 2022
The Weeklong Haircut
When I was a youngster, during the Jurassic period, my Dad took my
brother and me to a specific barber. He only charged something like
$1.50 for a haircut. Dad always looked for a deal. On another
occasion, we arrived to find the barbershop burned down! It was a
non-union shop and could charge less. In the end, that apparently
made some union people upset. Now his shop was gone.
What was my dad
going to do now? He decided HE was going to give us haircuts! He set
us down and set out to create a masterpiece. He never won awards for
his hair carvings. We hated it.
For the next week or
so he would find feathered out hairs on our heads that needed trimming. Out
came the comb and scissors. I tried to move in with the neighbors to
get away but it was no use. I was stuck with week-long haircuts.
After my freshman
year at college, I met a girl (later to be my wife), who then took on
the challenge of cutting my hair. She said she would only do it if I
wore an Afro (okay, it was the '70s). She actually did a good job
by using a ruler to section off my hair. It was a thing of beauty.
I gave up the Afro sometime in the ’80s.
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