Almost cut my hair

It happened just the other day

I have been having vivid flashes from the past. My hair was getting very long. My last haircut was just before Christmas in New York City. It's an annual trip, my niece gets her hair colored, and I get my hair cut by a stylist who does his/her best to restore my mane to some semblance of order and fashion. Recently, my long hair blowing in the wind (it wasn't that long, but standing on the ocean shore, oxygen deprived from a long bike ride, you get the picture) I was telling a retired schoolteacher about my days back in the 60's as a student demonstrator. She corrected my grammar!

It's gettin kinda long

I coulda said it wasn't in my way

But it was! It bothered me whenever I rode my bike. I had it all cut off except a little on the top. I look like a dorky Trapist monk. I did it, I cut my hair and I don't wonder why.

I feel like letting my freak flag fly

Cause I feel like I owe it to someone

This past weekend, Spring had sprung, in Falmouth, MA. Mother Nature was the star, although the revolutionary heritage of Old New England was evident. I had the chance to speak to members of the FalmouthPeace.Org, an outgrowth of the Falmouth Antiwar Vigil, which works to end the occupation of Iraq. It seeks to raise awareness locally, by: "Standing For Peace". Each Saturday members gather in East Falmouth to express concern for the enormity of the Iraq War, as well as to provide possible solutions to our national predicament.

The woman in the pink coat holding the white bag, Joan I believe, is the founder of the group. After listening to me babble about my college days, she asked me if I wanted to take a sign and "stand for peace". Here was a chance to let my freak flag fly!

I declined, I had already cut my hair. My brothers were waiting for me. I am no longer the man I was back when I was no more than a child.

Cause I feel like I owe it to someone.

You may enjoy reading: The Food Bank recently got a letter from a key vendor.

I am by no means ready to die! So, with that fact established, let's begin at the beginning: See links for all the Genesis posts to date: Genesis Through My Eyes

In my not too distant past, if I were to see a street person, a bum, sleeping in a door front or on a park bench, I would have kept my distance and perhaps shrugged my shoulders.: He had the "smarts" to ask someone where to go, I didn't

Waldo County, situated in mid-coast Maine along scenic Penobscot Bay, has genuine New England character evidenced by working port towns and quaint rural villages. Visitors are awed by the area's unspoiled beauty. From striking coastal views to sweeping mountain vistas, dramatic natural settings abound. In addition great care has been taken to preserve and refurbish numerous historic landmarks, homes and buildings. Consequently, the Maine of yesteryear is still found here.

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