I just had my semi-anual haircut this weekend. It's kinda funny to recall how important they were when I was a kid. Always an exciting event, I would leave the barber shop transformed. Hair parted on the left, the middle, the right. Cowlick skillfully tamed by the hair-styling prowess of a barber who couldn't keep his own hair under control. I was a new and dashing man for the evening. I even recall an attempt to keep my haircut in it's virgin state for as long as possible by sleeping with a knit cap several nights in a row when I was eight years old.

There was always that vain hope, that this was the Big One. The haircut that changed everything. This was the one everyone would see and, in their eyes, I would be a new person.

A person who could cast off the baggage of all those years. Each haircut was a clean start in life.