Monday, November 22, 2010

Hair (R)evolution

I've got this thing about hair and alcohol. Okay, not so much with the alcohol, although I have had just a few binge moments throughout my life.

I was looking back through some old photos recently and found that I could track my development through the evolution of my hair length. It seems I've been alternating between somewhat long, and extremely short hair all my life. This first picture is of me sitting in the front yard reaching for the beer. What a great start to life. I don't know who was offering me the beer.


It started out fairly normal. I sported the average hairstyle of the day back in 1966. You know, parted on the side, with a little whoop-di-do in the front.

Then, by 1969, my hair was all gone. The only thing I can figure is that it was summertime when the photo was taken. That's me sitting next to my cousin, Paula. I'm the one with the multi-directional stripe-thing going on.


By the very next year, my hair was right back to that side-parted style with the curly thing in the front again. In case you are having trouble following my unique look, that's me in the middle of the photo feeding my Dad some cake. My sister, Jacki is on the ride and my brother, Richy in on the left, sitting and looking almost toward the camera.


Okay, please forgive me as I flashfoward to my sophmore year in high school where my hair was getting long again. (I'm bypassing those really akward years where my hair layed in about ten different directions at once.) I guess that somewhere along those years, I decided to part my hair in the middle instead of on the side. I think that was the popular style at the time. I'm also bypassing those years because, somewhere along the timeline, I let my sister cut my hair, and I ended up with the basic crew-cut. I tried to wear a watch cap to school to hide it, but only succeeded in looking creepy, leaving me dateless for a while, and prolonging my exposure to wonders of socializing and dating. Thanks Jacki. I still love you though, and look back at our time growing up with fondness in my heart. But I'm still put your picture in here and making you suffer right along with me.


Of course, I had the hair back to a decent length by class picture time. Only thing I can say here is that I was kind of liking the beatles thing, but secretly wishing I was Grizzly Adams. By the way, if any of you make the comment that I looked like a girl at this time, I will find you, hunt you down, and kick your ass. Also, if I looked like I was stoned in the above photo, it is because I might have been - I don't know, I can't remember. Or, maybe I had just woken up.


After that, things get a little hazy. My hair just kept on going, and I liked it that way.


Oddly enough it (my hair) was back to a more respectable level for my graduation pictures.


Of course, shortly after that, I went into the military so the next twenty-two years involved pretty much, a single hair style.

Now, after all these years, my hair is finally touching my ears again. Would it be wrong of my to just let it grow? What are the chances I could find a hairstylist that would still remember to how to "feather" my hair like back in the 1970's and 1980's?

I know this post has absolutely no meaning or direction, but I'm just sayin' ...

I'll have to file this in the "rants" section later.