Yul Brynner stole my teen-aged haircut
After yesterday’s brawl at the virtual bar, we need to find our Lighter Side. I gots no problem wit’ the (mostly) civil debates we produce. I welcome opposing viewpoints, snark and all. It’d be dull(er) around here without them. That said, conflict wears me out and rarely provokes change. Humor is always better.
So. . . haircuts.
I came of age at the tail end of the Long Hair Era. Maybe you did, too. It was the mid-70s. Hippies were fading, the revolution was starting to be televised. But counter-culture symbols were hangin’ on like Vanilla Fudge.
What, Doc?
Hair was a symbol.
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