Starting to look like 1972 again
May 3, 2020
Fairbault County, Register
Blue Earth, Minnesota
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"She asks me why, I'm just a hairy guy. I'm hairy noon and night, hair that's a fright. I'm hairy high and low, don't ask me why, don't know. It's not for lack of bread, like the Grateful Dead."
"Hair" by The Cowsills
OK, first things first. Let me make some things perfectly clear.
Yes, I do know this whole COVID-19 coronavirus pandemic thing is a very serious deal and that thousands have died.
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However, from 1969 to 1972, I might have let my hair grow pretty long. It was the days of the hippies, and long hair was in, but in my case it was more a matter of economics. I was a dirt-poor, flat-broke college student.
"Darlin', give me a head with hair, long beautiful hair. Shining, gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen. Give me down to there hair, shoulder length or longer. Here, baby, there, momma, everywhere, daddy, daddy. Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair. Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hair."
"Hair," by The Cowsills
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And, I am just not so sure I am not starting to get used to this long hair deal. I'm thinking I look pretty good with curly, long, blond locks. (OK, so maybe what once was blond is now just gray.)
Seriously, I think I like it like this.
"Let it fly in the breeze and get caught in the trees. Give a home to the fleas in my hair. A home for fleas, (yeah) a hive to bees, (yeah) a nest for birds. There ain't no words for the beauty, the splendor, the wonder of my hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair. Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hair."
"Hair" by The Cowsills
There is of course, one issue with this long hair thing. When I get up in the morning my hair is, well, a fright to behold. It basically goes every which way.
The only way I can describe it is a cross between Albert Einstein and Dr. Emmitt Brown of the "Back to the Future" three movies.
Sheesh, I guess I really do need a haircut. And soon.
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