March 2013, Weed, California — For months, or perhaps it’s been a few years, I’ve been cutting my hair with some clippers. It’s not that I’m too cheap to pay for a haircut, but I don’t like waiting around, and I don’t like sitting in the chair.
(Which is funny, because I sit in other chairs frequently, with no problem at all. Go figure.)
So last week, out of the blue, I thought, “Why not get a haircut?” I just thought that. For no reason.
And you know what?
I couldn’t think of any reason not to get a haircut, and for some wild reason, I suddenly wanted to.
So I went to Mt. Shasta, and a nice lady named Shelly at Studio B gave me a haircut.
I suppose that’s not very exciting … but I don’t want to be secretive.
I suppose now it will be on the evening news.
Oh, well. Stuff gets out.