Thanks for that, I suppose before this weekend ends and I have to resume my day job, aka retirement, I could probably sift through my brain cobwebs and conjure up a hair story.

So, though you were being victimized by some prefabbed hair solution via some modern-day infomercial be grateful you didn’t have to live through the ‘60s hair stylings era, for women I mean, my depth of styling in the ’60s -’70s was maybe something akin to a flat top and butch wax, later I upgraded to a Princeton, wow, swank huh? Again I digress. So flash forward to a decade or so ago and we decided to take a long weekend somewhere in mid to northern Illinois as some state park along the Illinois River near the interstate. Well, we decided to go out on Saturday night to anything that looked like a real local supper club in this rural town of Illinois and catch some of the local flavors. Mind you this was the era where our county in Wis. was smoke-free in public places but on this subject in rural Illinois there was a different vibe, so there we were in this popular town restaurant enjoying gazing at the salad bar and sneaking peaks at the locals. Then a couple came in sitting nearby from somewhere local (hey, it’s Saturday night in farm country) and the Ms. I’m guessing, had a do just like my now gone mother’s do. We’re talking tightly curled some shade of silver-blond etc. So perfectly roundish looking that if I were someone else, say, somebody doing a term paper on contemporary rural Illinois culture I would have made an excuse to get up and light her cigarette, how stylish. :-) Let’s talk physics, If I were to approach this lady with a pound and a quarter ball peen hammer and tested the hair that hammer might bounce off like it was a super ball. That’s how tight these fake blond do’s were, by sight anyway, a testament to the 20th century better living through chemistry adage. Anyway, that’s my hair flashback to the ’60s from rural Illinois in the 21st century.