Thursday, January 15, 2009

1930s haircut in Rome...


This is winter in Rome...and a nice walk after a nice haircut.
Dad always taught us boys to have a part in our hair, to comb it to one side and to make a trip to the barber often. Cherished moments spent between fathers and sons is often at the barber shop, together. Thanks, dad!
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5 comments:

  1. Anonymous8:59 AM

    So where's the part? :-)

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  2. qualcosa di bello9:14 AM

    sweet sentiments! & a fabulous haircut too...

    (i am sending my boys right over...they both need one desparately!)

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  3. Anonymous9:59 AM

    What? Learning to "buy something for the 'weekend', Sir?"! I love a great euphemism!!!

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  4. John Paul Sonnen12:46 PM

    Eek, truth be told I'm going bald and all those wrinkles are new!

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  5. W.C. Hoag5:14 PM

    Giovinezza, Giovinezza,
    Primavera di bellezza
    Della vita nell'asprezza
    Il tuo canto squilla e va!
    E per [CENSORED], ;-)
    Eja eja alalà
    E per la nostra Patria bella,
    Eja eja alalà...

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