By the third grade I was desperate to grow sideburns. I don't have to tell you why. Well, now sir, you can't grow sideburns without whiskers. I had read about the Beatles months before they were played on the radio here and well before they arrived on these shores for the Ed Sullivan Show. When I saw footage from England on the Jack Paar Show I immediately washed my hair and quit getting regular haircuts.
By my junior year in high school the dean of boys was threatening to send me home every day. I don't think I was perceived as any kind of social threat. Just a nut.
I'm off to get my hair cut now. It's still something that I don't face well.