About 20ish years ago, Pam found a hairstylist that she liked. Pam suggested that I have her cut my hair too. I did and I liked the way that she made my hair look. Pam also liked the way that my hair looked.

Alicia cut my hair for the next 10-15 years. The only reason that she stopped is that she got sick with lung cancer. Her best friend was also a hairstylist and covered for Alicia on her chemo days and such.

Denise was no Alicia but she could mimic Alicia’s work.

A year or two later, Alicia passed away and Denise became my regular hairstylist.

Now I live in Naples, a thousand miles away from Denise. I walked into the nearest barber shop, wondering just how bad it could be. Then an electric razor past my temples for the first time in memory.

One reason why I keep my hair on the longish side is that I have cowlicks all over going every which way. By my left temple, a cowlick points to the top of my head, flat against my scalp. It’s like it’s trying to part my hair just above my ear like a bad comb-over. If my hair has any length to it, then gravity can help keep things organized.

The barber did leave some length to the hair on top of my head. This means that when I get up in the morning, it looks like I have a faux hawk. I don’t like faux hawks on other people, much less me.

I guess I’ll try someone else next time. In the meantime, I’ll try willing my hair to grow out faster.