I decided that in preparation for returning from the sea a haircut was in order. Having gotten one at the 'salon' on other ships, I anticipated lots of scissor time for the amount of hair I still possessed followed by a ridiculously large bill. My barber turned out to be a young lady for whom English was most definitely a distant second language. My instruction to take some off the sides and clean up the top resulted in the shortest haircut I have had since boot camp in 1970. It was even done the same way - electric clippers - with the first pass right down the middle of the hair on top. As for what Pam thought of my new look, that is a story for another time.
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