Never take haircuts for granted
May 23, 2020
Aiken Standard
Akin, South Carolina
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Sixty-seven days.
That's how long it was between my pre-coronavirus haircut on March 12 and me plopping into the chair for a cut on May 18.
Sixty-seven days is a long time. Romances can sizzle and fizzle (Cher and Gregg Allman were married just nine days), coaches can come and go (think Bobby Petrino and the Falcons), and marketing campaigns (New Coke, anyone?) can crash and burn in short time frames. Heck, I once lived with my in-laws for 75 days while we were waiting for our new home to be renovated. But I digress.
Hair can also grow a lot during a 10-week period.
I half expected that '60s song "Hair" to be playing on the radio as I drove to my appointment. "Give me a head with hair, long, beautiful hair" goes the popular tune from The Cowsills.
Trust me, I had a head full of hair.
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