“It takes a lot of time to be a genius. You have to sit around so much, doing nothing, really doing nothing.” Gertrude Stein
Moving thousands of miles from home involves more than selling everything you own and buying it again months later at Goodwill. Your entire infrastructure dissolves – doctors, dentists, the car guy who won’t rip you off and your hairdresser.
I’ve had three haircuts (or is it four?) since we moved, including an overzealous stylist who took a bit of my ear with the hair. These were big box salons, the ones who peg you as “A Number Five” and you never have the same stylist twice.
The other day, I was overdue for a cut and decided to gamble on a salon near my local grocery store. It couldn’t be worse, yeah?
I opened the door, and when I regained consciousness from the fumes of permanents and medieval hair tortures, I gave my name to Flora.
I love Flora. When I told her “don’t be afraid to go short” with my already short hair, she didn’t question it or nibble off an eighth of an inch, but enthusiastically said, “Now you’re talking!” and got to work.
It was the best haircut ever.
My infrastructure is slowly rebuilding. Thank you, Flora.
It’s always bittersweet to read a story about 9-11. The images of that day will never fade, and it hurts to remember the pain and tragedy that still lingers. But, hope springs from tragedy, and this new story renews my faith in the American spirit.
Scott Lahmers is an “elevator guy” working on One World Trade. Take 2:35 minutes of your day to watch his inspiring story of the last major installation for this iconic building.
I’m sure the tales are universal, not just British…
Reward! for scumbag crackhead who stole our moped!
Reward for any information and prosecution of the crackhead who stole one of our mopeds on Christmas night. Yes, Christmas night, you scumbag! I hope you had a grand time cutting off the industrial strength chain around the rear tire. The man we bought the bike from tried to cut it with a torch for 45 minutes before giving up.
I hope this was a snatch and grab and you don’t come back for the other moped. We’re paranoid now and keep moving it to a “safer” location, but I guess if you want it bad enough, you and you buddy will return and lift it into the back of your pickup.
I’m offering a reward, the amount of which is random. I’ll be posting it on Craigslist for your friends to see. If they’re crackheads like you, the price will be more attractive than that of your friendship. If they’re half-way decent people, their curiosity about where you got a new bike will be amply rewarded. And if someone was stupid enough to buy it from you without paperwork, then God help the Empire.
Have a wonderful 2013, you worthless, filthy animal. May you get what you deserve.