Everything is the same really, but everything stills feels different and I can't help but think that maybe it's not the town that's changed...may be it's me. dramatic pause as I look off into the distance with a solemn expression. A bird crows in the distance and for the first time you understand love.
No but for realz (as the kids say), things are different. Sure there is a different water tower, my dad has stripped half of his property of trees, and the roads in town have a slightly different configuration, but the changes I recognize the most are my own.
I went and got a hair cut today. I first tried the two salon's in town and they were both booked for the entire day, which I find ridiculous. Why is this small town getting so many damn haircuts?!?! So instead I went to the old stand by, the Gay Blade. Or i guess it's really called The Hair Place. It's the same guy that's cut my hair for the last i dunno...15 years? He's not quite as fast but he still gets the job done. But as I sat there getting my hair did, I looked up and realized there were three deer heads mounted on the wall and each of them was positioned so that it was looking directly into my soul. I found it oddly amusing...really only in Minnesota would this happen. When I was in Austin I would get my hair cut at Sports Clips which was designed for men...but now I understand the truth...THIS is where men get their hair cut. Not at Sports Clips. There are no fancy TV's on the wall at The Hair Place. There are dead dear staring you in the face!
Anyway I would like to give a special shout out to Mary Conger . She is a good gal, and once you get past the smell she's a catch. Thanks Mary!
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