Once every year or two, rain or shine, regardless of anything
else going on at the time, I get a haircut. Yesterday was that
day and I have to say that it feels a lot colder out without
hair. I even trimmed my mustache and shaved so that more than
half my face is now visible.
I went from hair long and bushy enough that if it was red I
could have passed for Ronald McDonald, to short enough to pass
for someone in the military. I will now, once again, get a
chance to see how the public deals with short haired people.
I am hoping babies no longer scream when I get close, and mothers
don’t pull their children closer as if to protect them.
And if that works out reasonably well I may even put on a
suit and tie, even if nobody I know dies. But don’t hold your
breath on the last one. If it gets interesting, I’ll let you know.
Comments are always welcome.