We'll Never See All of His RIGHT HAND

The interesting fellow with the thin fingers and the odd hair has a secret. We'll never actually know what his right hand looks like. I'm presuming it's just a reverse of his left hand, but who really knows. Not exactly one of the mysteries of life, but come on. Open up your right hand.

Interestingly, her hand looks the same as his only smaller. Same long fingers. Shall we call them slim pickens?



The real joy in this photo is seeing him and the lady so happy. At least he appears happy. She looks content. Sometimes content is enough.

And I finally found the first photo I'd posted of him back in November of 2014. For him, his hair is a bit messy and I feel as if he's about to tap-dance out of the frame at any minute. A little shuffle off to Centralia.

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Did He PLAY THE PIANO?

At some point in the past I featured this fellow, but now I can't find the post. No problem; I have two more photos of him. I'm fascinated by his left hand. Such thin fingers. Did he play the piano? He has the hands for it; or at least a left hand for it. He has the hair for it. Can't you just imagine him striking the keys madly while his hair flies around? Or perhaps his hair didn't move. It is a strange hairdo.



As to what "Deluxe Centralia" means embossed on the card...don't have a clue. Any ideas?
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BIG GIRL, little girl, a car, and Marcel waves

This is as close as I can get to the prompt this week at Sepia Saturday. I'm still relegated to sorting through snapshots already on my computer. No lifting of boxes to get to the real hardcore stuff. The way things are going I'll be sitting with my foot up for another four weeks. But, enough of that nonsense.


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A big girl and a little girl standing next to a car, each with marcel wave hairdos. Okay, big woman and little woman to be more precise. The Sepia Saturday prompt shows two women on bicycles. Well, I've got two woman and a wheel. That'll have to do. The only thing I'm sure of is that whoever owned the car had a membership with AAA, the American Automobile Association.

I used to have a membership with the California version until I bought my last car which came with its own service for a few years. When it ran out I didn't bother to go back to AAA because of the cost. My car insurance offers me full roadside assistance for $12 a year. Why pay 40+? Well, I do admit to missing the maps. I loved the AAA maps and TripTix. I like having a paper map to find where I'm going. So many people use GPS on phones or systems in their car. I rather hate those systems. I like being able to see the whole and not the minutia. Yes, a GPS map can show me up close the road I'm on, but it really doesn't do justice in giving me scale of where I'm going. And frankly, I've seen way too many stupid directions come out of computers and smartphones. Give me an old fashioned map and I'm quite content.

I am an excellent map reader. Do I have proof for such a statement? Well, I only got lost once on a trip by myself in England and Scotland. Once. I had the Royal Auto club big map book that I'd bought in London and my little blue rental car with the crummy transmission. I drove around for a month with only getting lost for about 10 minutes in a town near Dartmoor. Actually when I think back on that crummy car I'm probably lucky it held together through the whole trip. I squeaked and rattled all over the countryside until I returned it back to London, both of us showing some wear.
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Hair TORTURE

When I see little girls with the hairdo on the right I have certain visceral reactions.

First...the pain. The physical pain involved to get the hair to do this.

Secondly...I'm already convinced she herself was a pain. Maybe it's too many old movies, but when little girls had this hairdo, if they weren't Shirley Temple, they were bad. Bad to the core. They broke things. They connived against anyone they thought crossed them. By the end of the movie they'd had their comeuppance and were now on the straight and narrow, even if their hair wasn't.

POOFY HAIR day

This hairstyle reminds me of one that became popular in the 1980s. It was big hair, but usually teased. I don't know if it was Bananarama or Madonna who started the style, but it was pretty dreadful. At least this young lady isn't a teased rats nest, but seriously, how do you walk around with this all day? It's got to be moving on its own. How often did the weight of it just drop it right down onto the forehead?

This photo comes from the same page as the chrysanthemum lady. It's from the Bill and Dick Excellent Adventure album. To see other images from Bill or Dick's album, I can never remember which one actually put it together, click on the "Bill and Dick" label below.

HAIRDO or don't

Sometimes a hairdo is simply a hair don't, and sometimes it's a hair donut.

Now I'm sure these ladies were best friends, but why didn't one of them look at the other and say, "Your hair looks ridiculous!" to which the other might have responded, "That's just what I was thinking about you!"



Then again, maybe they had just come back from the local beauty salon where a man who had "chosen the beautification of womankind as a career" had done this to them. They had confidence in his judgement because "who is more appreciative of beautiful women than a man." Seriously. I kid you not. Watch the video.