The Return

My Vietnamese friends have never seen me with one.

Most of my pre-retirement colleagues were surprised when I got rid of it.

And I suppose boredom has brought about its return.

I’m talking about my ponytail.  I wore the last vestige of rebellious youth until a few years ago.  A posting on this blog detailed how I had it cut off just before we went to live in Việt Nam.  Since our return from Huê three years ago,  I was beginning to tire of the conservative-keep-your-hair-short-because-you-are-an-old-man look, but yet I knew the expanding thin spot on the back of my head was accentuated by the old pony tail, so I decided to do something different.

Hence, the little wisp of a pony tail – and if need arises, I can tuck it into my collar.  I’ll let it grow as long as it wants to grow.

See how exciting my life is?

Comments

[James TREE Machin]

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair

[Steve Johnson]

And an old military man too? I love it. Good for you! I too am a refugee from the 60's and have been reading your blog since my daughter brought home our Vietmanese granddaughter (now 4). Vietnam changed us all.

[Doug]

Steve Johnson - please email me. I see you are in the DFW area and I would love to talk to you. Doug

[Tom Murray]

The sixties were a great time or at least we remember them as such. You look good.

[Steve Johnson]

Hi Doug--

I hit the enter key thinking it would send me down to the email line. But no...it just sent me. So, what's up?

Steve