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Hair Today Gone Tomorrow

Two chairs, no waiting!

I've always had a thing about getting a haircut. Call me a latter-day hippie but going six months between visits to the barber - or stylist I think they call themselves - isn't unusual for me. My wife, my kids and my grandkids wonder why. The little ones think I'm Santa Claus. But I put it off even more so since I've discovered my hair's starting to thin on top of my head. I guess it had to happen eventually after a full life with a full head of hair.

When I was young my parents made me get a hair cut every two weeks, whether I wanted one, or for that matter in my estimation needed one, or not. And so every 2nd Saturday I'd walk to the barber's, wait patiently for my turn, plop down in the chair and say to Angelo or Gino or this Italian clipper with some name I now can't recall,"long on the sides and top, please". Then I'd come away from the den of a thousand cuts with nothing near what I asked for but something so short I'd want to put a paper bag over my head. Fongoul, Angelo, Gino or whoever you were!

Of course years later, when I was an adult, my Dad told me he used to phone the barber's after I'd left the house to let them know I was coming and just how they should trim my hair. And until then, I'd never figured it out. Good old Dad. Thanks to him ever since I moved out of the house 43 years ago I've had this neurosis about hair now to the point where 3 or 4 visits to the barber a year is overdoing it.

But this week I'm getting a haircut. What do you think?



Yeah, that's me in the wee hours this morning before I started this post. I'm gonna get a haircut this week. I'll be hair today and gone tomorrow. I don't know who came up with that expression "shave and a haircut, two bits" but the last time I got a haircut it didn't include a shave and with the tip it cost me close to thirty bucks.

So I tell Mrs D I skip haircuts not because I hate them but for reasons of personal economy. Hell, I can buy two CDs with thirty bucks! By guys with long hair.

Comments

Debra She Who Seeks said…
Oh, your hair is not long yet! If you've got it, flaunt it, I say.
nonamedufus said…
maybe not long but thick. Like what's between my ears.
You do look like a scruffy Claus.
nonamedufus said…
Ha ha my wife will love that one.
Linda Medrano said…
Since Alex retired from the Air Force, I've been after him to let his hair grow. I'm thinking he would look great with a braid. You might consider a ponytail. That's always stylin'! You could get an earring too. Oh I can't wait till you come to SF!
nonamedufus said…
Sounds like I'd blend right in. Which ear do I put the ring in?
babs (beetle) said…
I think you should grow it long. I think it would look good on you. Just another few inches :)
Nicky said…
Jepeto's been lamenting his thinning hair as well, and I'll tell you the same thing I tell him - it looks fuller when it's shorter. You may not like it, but it's the truth. Now suck it up and get a haircut, you hippy. :-)
Shawn Ohara said…
I used to go once every six months to cut my hair. But as my hair started to recede about ten years ago, I've been keeping it short ever since. about ten years ago I finally cut off the flowing. No more shoulder length hair for me.
nonamedufus said…
So now that's two for long, one for short. My two bouts of chemo left me with no hair. Wasn't really into that look.
nonamedufus said…
Times change, eh Shawn. Our flowing locks do too.
nonamedufus said…
That's an interesting picture, Babs. Very artsy.
Indigo Roth said…
Haircut? Pffft! You can still see your eyes! Just work on the Old English Sheepdog principle, and you'll save a fortune.
nonamedufus said…
You mean have my wife shear it off with the clippers, Indigo?

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