Back in "The Day" (late '60's), I grew "long, flowing locks"), as opposed to my shaved melon of today (reckon I've always run to extremes, huh?). Dad & I finished working on my '63 Chev when he said: "Looks like you need a haircut." I replied, "Next are you gonna tell me to get a haircut or leave?" Dad responded that " . . . I'd never tell one of my children to leave. I WILL advise you to get a haircut, however . . . or I'll just pull some that shit out." I got a haircut. Dad was the finest & smartest man I've ever known. Thanks, Dad for all you gave me & the for the legacy that you left . . .