So my hair has always been a bit of a mess. When I was young and it was long it went out into a giant fro. Even when I let it grow to be half way down my back it still came up to my shoulders and then went out at a right angle. On hair stylist convinced me to try straightener only to declare it impossible after the failure. One very over-sized glandular behemoth in high school used to call me brillo pad after the dish cleaning rags found in most sinks in the eighties. So in recent years to keep it somewhat subdued I have had my wife and other use the clipper with a #2 guide and have them perform what I call the sheep shearing. Every hair cut I look at the ground and see what can only be described as gerbil sized balls of hair which used to be dark brown, but sadly are now mostly gray. Giant hair was cool, now the old pictures look ridiculous. Short hair was in, now I see kids with big hair. It seems that if you wait on fashion and hair styles they come back around every thirty years or so. Some people seem to never change waiting for it to come back around others change and never go back. I think my big hair days are gone for good, mostly because I just don’t care to have to deal with it. I am not sure that with age has come wisdom or laziness on my part.