Hair Season

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I know about hair. Have had more than my fair share for two years longer than Geno. At Storrs in the early 70s hair was a given. Good Morning Sunshine, the earth says hello by Oliver had been plucked from the musical “Hair”. I did the beard briefly but it itched and in winter became icy ! Pony tail barely long enough to feel. Hair.

Hair grew slowly a half century ago. Today it grows like Jacks’s beanstalk. In a few days it can spread south below shoulder blades and cover uniform numbers like a damp bath towel. Evidence suggests that when it is swirled with full force it has a longer wingspan than a California condor ! Duck and cover.

Paige has gone to Hair Season. Clothing, shoes, more clothing, makeup, food, more shoes, personal hygiene products complete with instructions about nooks and crannies…and then music, dancing, more clothes, makeup, food, cars, etc.

I had hair. And nooks and crannies in an English muffin with some orange marmalade.
More anon.
 
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I know about hair. Have had more than my fair share for two years longer than Geno. At Storrs in the early 70s hair was a given. Good Morning Sunshine, the earth says hello by Oliver had been plucked from the musical “Hair”. I did the beard briefly but it itched and in winter became icy ! Pony tail barely long enough to feel. Hair.

Hair grew slowly a half century ago. Today it grows like Jacks’s beanstalk. In a few days it can spread south below shoulder blades and cover uniform numbers like a damp bath towel. Evidence suggests that when it is swirled with full force it has a longer wingspan than a California condor ! Duck and cover.

Paige has gone to Hair Season. Clothing, shoes, more clothing, makeup, food, more shoes, personal hygiene products complete with instructions about nooks and crannies…and then music, dancing, more clothes, makeup, food, cars, etc.

I had hair. And nooks and crannies in an English muffin with some orange marmalade.
More anon.

In watermelon sugar the deeds were done and done again as my life is done in watermelon sugar. I will tell you about it because I am here and you are distant.
 
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I know about hair. Have had more than my fair share for two years longer than Geno. At Storrs in the early 70s hair was a given. Good Morning Sunshine, the earth says hello by Oliver had been plucked from the musical “Hair”. I did the beard briefly but it itched and in winter became icy ! Pony tail barely long enough to feel. Hair.

Hair grew slowly a half century ago. Today it grows like Jacks’s beanstalk. In a few days it can spread south below shoulder blades and cover uniform numbers like a damp bath towel. Evidence suggests that when it is swirled with full force it has a longer wingspan than a California condor ! Duck and cover.

Paige has gone to Hair Season. Clothing, shoes, more clothing, makeup, food, more shoes, personal hygiene products complete with instructions about nooks and crannies…and then music, dancing, more clothes, makeup, food, cars, etc.

I had hair. And nooks and crannies in an English muffin with some orange marmalade.
More anon.
Ah yes—hair.

Not just a follicle flourish, but a flag. A statement. A rebellion. A memory woven from protein and possibility.

Mine arrived late, like a jazz saxophonist entering the second set. Grew wild at first, then learned discipline, only to go rogue again in the back like a mullet revolution. I didn’t trust it—but I respected it. It knew things.

We washed it with VO5, conditioned it with hope, and tied it back with a bootlace when the wind turned east. It saw concerts, commencements, and at least one regrettable attempt at French braiding.

There was once a comb. Now there is a drawer where a comb once lived. It’s lonely there, I imagine.

And Paige—ah, Paige—off to Hair Season. A migration of style, scent, shimmer. The ceremonial packing of the essentials and the not-so-essentials, each item a talisman of self-expression. You don’t pack for Hair Season. You curate.

As for me? I toast my muffin, admire the crannies, and spread the marmalade like wisdom: thin, golden, and just a little bit tart.

More soon. When the wind shifts.
 
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I know about hair. Have had more than my fair share for two years longer than Geno. At Storrs in the early 70s hair was a given. Good Morning Sunshine, the earth says hello by Oliver had been plucked from the musical “Hair”. I did the beard briefly but it itched and in winter became icy ! Pony tail barely long enough to feel. Hair.

Hair grew slowly a half century ago. Today it grows like Jacks’s beanstalk. In a few days it can spread south below shoulder blades and cover uniform numbers like a damp bath towel. Evidence suggests that when it is swirled with full force it has a longer wingspan than a California condor ! Duck and cover.

Paige has gone to Hair Season. Clothing, shoes, more clothing, makeup, food, more shoes, personal hygiene products complete with instructions about nooks and crannies…and then music, dancing, more clothes, makeup, food, cars, etc.

I had hair. And nooks and crannies in an English muffin with some orange marmalade.
More anon.
Good morning starshine…..it was starshine.

 
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This thread can't decide if it's about alchemy or anatomy, merchandise or metaphysics.

Fear not! (knot?) Soon the loon will be upon us, and the jabbering klu-wraith will appear, to remind us of the splendiferous incoming ffrosh.





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