Here are three rare photos of me without neckwear. I don’t know how I ever woke up some mornings and decided to go around with a naked neck for all the world to gawk at. I’m glad those days are gone.
Oh, look how tender my mullet was in the first photo. I don’t regret that I had a mullet cut. I’d even get one again if I were miraculously transported back to the 80’s. I was “in” then. My short, bleached hairs cut is one of my fave hairdos of all the days o’ my life. Those two pix were snapped in the late 80’s in one of my many SLC apartments.
The third hairy photo was taken in my flea-infested apartment in Arlington, VA in the early 90’s. Yes, you’re seeing correctly: I’m reading THE CHRONICLE. That weekly newspaper has followed me through all my moves. In this way too, I am sooooo much like Mom. Mom loves her CHRONICLE. Like Helen Sr., like Helen, Jr. in oh-so many ways. In every house, apartment, compartment, cardboard box where I have lived, I have been known to desperately wander around asking, “Who moved my CHRONICLE?”
