Hair Care and the Safety Dance

I’ve recently mentioned my friend Joe to you. We have known each other for about 30 years. We went through grade school, junior high, and high school together. We even roomed together at Bowling Green State University. Those were some good times.

Back in the college days, Joe, upon first glance, may have struck a stranger as an odd chap. He was about 5’9” tall, 130 pounds soaking wet, and his hair was, well…a sight to behold. I know, that I, being folliclely challenged, really shouldn’t pass judgment on someone’s mane, but I have never seen anything remotely similar to Joe’s.

The color was a discordant mélange of orange, blond, gray, and brown. It was as though a chameleon was quartered snugly upon his skull, constantly changing shades upon the situation at hand. The consistency was another stand out characteristic. It was curly, wiry, bushy, and stiffer than Tungsten. Some would say it looked like a Brillo Pad, while others saw it as more like corrugated cardboard. And the front, oh my, the front of his head!! Rising from the top of his forehead was a right triangle of hair that looked like the Bonzai Pipeline careening backwards to the ocean from which it sprang.

Not all of this fibrous aberration was natural. Joe had a medicine cabinet full of hair care products. He had gels, sprays, mousse, several different brushes, and even a can of Minwax. That’s why he received the moniker “Hair Care”, he was also labeled, “Safety” because he enjoyed doing the “Safety Dance” whenever “Men Without Hats” came on the radio or MTV. Unfortunately, he also did the dance in public, whenever the urge hit him. One other unfortunate hygiene note about Joe, while the rest of us testosterone laden young men were using Right Guard or Mennen to quash our stench, Joe’s deodorant of choice was “Tussy”. I know that he will be glad that I informed you of that fact.

Anyway, now everyone has a brief introduction to Joe Hair Care. We did some whacky things back in the day. We even drank “Champagne Velvet” back then. Of course, that was before my palate became more sophisticated and demanded “Wild Irish Rose”. Tomorrow, a taste of a few of the madcap antics of Hair-Care and the Matt-Man….Cheers.

And Now Our Moment of Hinn…

Today, once again, the Founder and President of Trinity Broadcasting Network:

“My favorite time in the garden is in the evening sitting out in the gazebo with friends having snacks and cocktails.”

--Paul Crouch