Back in the early 70s, I had long, thick hair. I had graduated from college and had completed my stint in the army and decided, as they say, to “let my freak flag fly.”
But when it came time to find gainful employment, I discovered that my freak flag tended to shut more doors than it opened. My friends used to tell me that when I put on my best (and only) suit to go for a job interview, I looked like a hippie lawyer.
So eventually I decided that I needed to get a haircut in order to feed, clothe, and shelter myself. I walked into a barbershop, sat down in the chair, and told the barber to give me a trim. When he asked me how short, I panicked and jumped out of the chair. I figured I had enough cash to sustain me for another few months.
On that day, I almost cut my hair. About two months later, I did get a haircut…and a job.
For some reason, I could relate to this 1970 song by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young.
Written for today’s Fandango’s One-Word Challenge, “almost.”