from the looms of mohawk
Well .. it took 60 years, but that's OK. And you'd have to hear the story to understand.
Wrestling in the late 1940s was a local TV station event. Every Friday night. Even the wrestlers were local. But the guy who stood out and shined far brighter than any other wrestler was Don Eagle. His Mohawk hairdo suited him to a "T."
Don Eagle was the champion of good & fair in the ring. He took on many a dirty wrestler. And when he beat 'em, the viewing audience basked in the glow of his victory over evil. I was 7 at the time.
Now what would any 7 year old male wrestling fan want more than anything in the world? You got it! A Mohawk haircut. Only .. back then we called 'em "Don Eagles."
I wanted a Don Eagle haircut. All the other boys in the project were gettin' 'em. Well .. at least one or two. Anyway .. that's what I wanted more than anything else.
But nooo ... seems that free expression from a seven year old had its boundaries. Mom said no, and that was that.
Today when I explained to Curly the barber what I wanted, he asked, "Is this a dare or a bet?" "Neither," I replied. "It's merely a whim."
So now you have the story behind today's whim.
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You are too cool, baby!
ReplyDeleteJ.
Nice going, I was 6, I remember Don Eagle, way to go.
ReplyDeleteMy dad, Harvey Wilbert Williams on that cold, late October night in 1941 was more interested in getting lucky than adding another child to the mix. Probably my mom felt the same way but with war looming, 3 children were quite enough.
Moms milk must have soured quite a bit between July of 1942 when I was born all through the war with our ships being sunk at a fantastic rate. I wonder what my mind went through during those periods and do I remember Pearl Harbor from the apparent safety of moms womb?
Our first television was a Raytheon, small, black and white, round tube, no pause or delay, all live TV. When wrestling started most believed it was real and in our house on those nights, my mom and sisters would make popcorn and neighbors would come over and they would watch people with such names as Gorgeous George and act all tough.
I remember a crop of Don Eagle haircuts around the neighborhood, I never had one, dad made us get a burr haircut every few weeks, no exceptions but I got even, from the Summer of Love, 1967 until July of 2004 I did not get a single haircut although in May of 1969 I had a barber even my hair out.
I would not have had a haircut but my brain stroked in July of 2004 and the hospital shaved it all off. I didn't mind too much other than they clipping my eyebrows short, I liked the points, looked like either horns or wings, your choice.
I took a family vote as to the hair and it was agreed that I would grow my hair long again although a few non family members suggested that I leave it short, actually it looked pretty good short.
Today it is the same length maybe a few millimeters longer than before my brain imploded, just past my shoulders and my eyebrows have since grown back for which I am pleased as punch.
Since the Summer of Love I have spent $3. on haircuts not including the half of a million bucks that John F. Kennedy's national health care package paid for my 7 weeks hospital stay of which a haircut was a part of the package.
Over the decades I've kept track of those who went the Mohawk route with the fancy hair and in 100 percent of the cases, all are gay today.
ReplyDeleteAnd now it's minus 1%. ;-)
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