The Friday Funnies – A Bowl Of A Haircut.

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Greetings!

Being a Baby Boomer (and thankful that I am!) I was reared by parents who grew up in hard times. Old Man Depression taught them to waste not, want not, hence, today’s snap for your perusal.

It’s 1974, and I’m off to my Senior Year at dear ol’ William Carey College, aka Jesus Tech (No offense, Father.)

I’m sporting a voguish checkered shirt. (Mom had leftover kitchen curtain material.) And a stylish haircut made possible via Mom’s 1951 aluminum cookware, which I still have.

Notice the dent? The result of a fit of rage when I discovered that, due to my thinning pate, I could no longer use the bowl to cut my hair. )LOL!)

However, I really don’t need a stylist. My pillow gives me a new hairstyle every morning!

Don’t forget to have a good laugh today. It’s good for the soul.

Later, Smiling Gaters!

(P.S. I think my thick Granny glasses add a touch of panache.)

Big hug, y’all!

(Originally posted January 14, 2022)