January 4, 2005

• THINGS ARE GETTING PRETTY HAIRY AROUND HERE

  
  

  As many of you know, my son Jordan spent a semester in Russia at the University of Veronezh last year. When he left for Russia he was sporting collar length hair and a goatee. Over the period of several months he was in Russia he neither cut his hair or shaved. He came back from Russia with a look I like to refer to as “Ted Kacynski on Crack”.  Please observe:

  
  

  

  
  

  This look drives his grandparents completely up a wall. My thought is that as long as he remains the incredible person that he is and keeps maintaing a 4.0 GPA while finishing a Major in Psychology and double Minors in History and Russian, that he can grow his hair to his ankles, paint it purple, and set in on fire for all I care. There is another reason, however, that his hair doesn’t concern me, and that is the fact that I have very little to talk about as illustrated in these comparison photos:

  
  

  

  
  

  The first photo is me in 1974. The second photo is Jordan in 2004. We can only thank God that Jordan has much better taste in clothing than I did 30 years ago. If any of you have epilepsy please accept my deepest apology if the photo of that jacket in front of that curtain triggered a seizure. In conclusion I would like to quote the following immortal lyrics:

  
  

  She asks me why, I’m such 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.

  
  

  Gimme a head with hair, long beautiful hair. Shinning, gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxen. Give me down to there, hair! Shoulder length or longer. Here baby, there mama. Flow it, show it; long as God can grow it. My hair!

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