One human’s evolution

How we change.

dino 016Here’s a photo of me at about age 12. I was a flat-top boy, as were many lads in that distant day. Later, I grew it long on the sides, and slicked it back to be a cool cat.

My mother hated that. When I slicked it back.

Actually, my mother disliked my hairdo all of her life. She died at 90 still preferring a different coif on my crown. You couldn’t satisfy the woman.

Well, and satisfy me at the same time.

bikerboyAnd then I evolved into this by age 35. If Mother did not like the teen style, this disturbed her even more.

She had probably given up on having a clean-cut son at this point. To her way of thinking, I was totally out of control, hair-wise.

One thing you can see from the first two shots is that my hair was black as night, and since I was a sun-worshipper and lived in the South, I was usually so heavily tanned that I could have passed as a Puerto Rican.

The years went by, and the black hair morphed gradually into salt-n-pepper, and then it went totally snowball white. Gazooks!

OldmanNow I look like this. Well, kinda. The third photo is not actually me, but I use it because it’s a very close resemblance.

It’s Felipe Zapata’s face to the public.

I don’t know who this fellow is. Actually, it’s a painting, not a photo, so maybe it’s nobody, and I can claim him totally as my own.

I like the way he looks. I feel  like he looks. Those are my eyes.

Maybe my mother would have liked me this way, but I doubt it.

13 thoughts on “One human’s evolution”

  1. Times sure change, my brother and my father fought all the time about the need for a haircut as his hair was too long. We argued with our son about him not needing a haircut every three weeks as he was an air cadet and his hair had to look just perfect.


  2. In Mexico, the consumption of hair gel is through the roof. If I ever write a blog, I plan a post on highly gelled Mexican hairstyles. Interestingly enough, more of the hair gel seems to be used by men than by women.

    As for your hair, just be glad you’ve still got plenty of it. It’s hard to change the style or color of bald.


    Kim G
    Boston, MA
    Where we occasionally flirt with the idea of dying our hair, only to decide that we don’t really want to be on a chemical treadmill.


    1. Kim: They don’t call us greasers for nuttin´.

      And yes, I am glad that at least my noggin is covered, white or otherwise, something not all of us can brag about. I won’t mention any names.


    2. Honduran men and boys love hair gel. It is sold in large tubs in the grocery stores. I think one of the nicest gifts I can give a poor boy in Honduras is a bucket of hair gel.


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