Today is the day that my wife and I get our hair cut. She has an appointment.  My last trip to Great Clips was four months ago and the curls are now out of control. About a month ago, it was fondly reminiscent of my college days but lately it just itches. Also, it takes an hour to dry after a shower and the gray mass spreads like a weed. Poofy, frizzy, and unkempt are the best words to describe my latest look. At one point, I laughingly tried to gather the back into a ponytail, but the rubber band kept falling off. Yes, at my age, I’m fortunate to have a plethora of hair, but now that the salons have finally reopened, it will be a relief to get it under control. This mop on top of my head reminds me of the musical that I saw in Chicago over 50 years ago. 


“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”

“Darlin’, give me a head with hair, long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming, steaming, 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, hair
Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hair”

“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, hair

LyricFind: The Cowsills