#FOWC — Almost Cut My Hair

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No, this isn’t me!

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.”

FOWC with Fandango — Almost

FOWCWelcome to June 20, 2018 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “almost.” Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.

Almost Over

img_0341The year 2017 is almost over and many of us are quite happy about that. It was, in the macro sense, a pretty shitty year. Can the upcoming year be any worse?

Personally speaking, though, 2017 wasn’t a bad year. I retired at the end of last year and managed to survive. Someone once told me that fifty percent of men die within their first year of retirement. I don’t know if that’s true, but if it is, I’m happy to still be among the living.

No one I personally know died 2017, which is a good thing. And my wife and I remain relatively heathy for aging Baby Boomers, so there’s that, as well.

I also started this blog in May of 2017, and I consider that to be an accomplishment. And my wife is happy about it because it keeps me occupied and out of her hair.

So while 2017 saw the world cratering, I’m doing okay. I just hope that next year at this time, when 2018 is almost over, I will not be calling it yet another truly shitty year.

Assuming, of course, the world doesn’t end and I live through my second year of retirement.


Written for today’s one-word prompt, “almost.”