The Buster Boys

They lived way back behind us. There were at least half-a-dozen of them Buster Boys, even though they weren't all "Buster" by birth.

Twice a year, they got their hairs cut. Always a flat top.

Earlier this week, I got a flat top. Only because the Good Nurse suggested it. Before my flat top, I had a long, shaggy mop with a beard of many weeks. I had disregarded my hair status only because it didn't matter. Then my favorite Brazilian said, "somebody said that you have let yourself go, girl." That was true. I had.

So now I am looking like a clean-cut marine. And my mind goes back to the Buster Boys. I hope now that I pay better attention to my personal hygiene.