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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

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I was in a pharmacy looking for a shaving oil (didn't find any) and was surprized by how many beard and mustache softening/conditioning products there are. Who knew?

So much bunkum. The only oil that penetrates the hair shaft is coconut oil. And very, very little is needed, if it's needed. Everything else is just shiny gunk that will go rancid.
 
"Brylcream, a liddle dab a dooya, -they'll luv to run dere fingers thru yahair!"
(Except they mostly went eauuuuuuu!) :eek:
Greywoulf
-Who loved his DA haircut, his pegged pants, and his blue suede shoes!
I used to peg my own pants. :smug:
So much of current fashions were not approved by my parents. Normal shoes... no silly Beatle boots.
Still managed to get shoes with Cuban heels somehow. Greaser!
 
I was in a pharmacy looking for a shaving oil (didn't find any) and was surprized by how many beard and mustache softening/conditioning products there are. Lots of them. Who knew?

If you think there are a lot in stores, look on line. I have tried many, but now have just a few that I use. Beard wash and conditioner, were a waste of money in my opinion, no different than regular body wash/shampoo. A few drops of oil, and a beard balm with coconut oil, and jojoba oil, with any essential oil fragrance you prefer, will work for even the ZZ Top beards.
 
"Brylcream, a liddle dab a dooya, -they'll luv to run dere fingers thru yahair!"
(Except they mostly went eauuuuuuu!) :eek:
Greywoulf
-Who loved his DA haircut, his pegged pants, and his blue suede shoes!

If it's real windy, back then this was used:

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Ya shoulda seen 64, lotta rules. T-shirts as undershirts or at phys ed only, collared shirts, no jeans, dress type shoes(sneakers only for phys ed),fairly short hair[DA's were frowned on], girls dresses hadda touch their knees, etc.
I graduated in 1970. We were the same, basically. No jeans, but we could wear sneakers, girls could not wear trousers except after school like if working on a float or a banner. If you wore dressy flared trousers you were a dope-smoking pinko radical anarchist. The published dress code was long, and the part that will forever stick with me was about boys' haircuts: "No ducktails, fenders or sideburns."
 
I miss how young people looked in the 70's and 80's. No nose rings. No tattoos everywhere. No exposed bellies and belly button rings. Girls looked very nice and guys dressed nice and were polite. Thankfully I was raised very traditional so I didn't get too wild with my attire and always followed the rules of manners my parents taught me when I was growing up. I NEVER cussed in front of my mom or dad.

We hiked around our community and listened to handheld transistor radios. Sometimes we'd go camping and made 'smores. I started playing guitar when I was 12 but switched to bass at 15. That's when I fell into a more rough edged crowd. Two of my former band members ended up living in L.A. with successful music careers. I had a chance to work with them but I've always preferred to live in Alaska. If I could I would live part-time in Sitka and part-time in Washington or Oregon. Sometimes I miss the convenience larger communities offer.
 
I have no tattoos and have no desire to have them. I do have some scars.
While in Army Basic Training (Fort Leonard Wood) a group of us trainees went to St. Louis and all got rose tattoos on our right arms. It was kind of a bonding symbol. When I met Carey I wanted to add her name to my rose tattoo but she insisted we wait five years. On our fifth anniversary I went to a tattoo parlor and had her name put on my arm. It looks like it was made to order-- the artist did a good job matching the rose theme.

My late brother Tom had a heart on his forearm and a scroll that said "Mom." Back when we got tattoos it was usually an indicator that you were either a) a veteran or b) a biker. Today it's like the young people just enjoy defacing themselves.
 
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I graduated in 1970. We were the same, basically. No jeans, but we could wear sneakers, girls could not wear trousers except after school like if working on a float or a banner. If you wore dressy flared trousers you were a dope-smoking pinko radical anarchist. The published dress code was long, and the part that will forever stick with me was about boys' haircuts: "No ducktails, fenders or sideburns."

So, there were fender bashers back then as well?
 
While in Army Basic Training (Fort Leonard Wood) a group of us trainees went to St. Louis and all got rose tattoos on our right arms. It was kind of a bonding symbol. When I met Carey I wanted to add her name to my rose tattoo but she insisted we wait five years. On our fifth anniversary I went to a tattoo parlor and had her name put on my arm. It looks like it was made to order-- the artist did a good job matching the rose theme.

My late brother Tom had a heart on his forearm and a scroll that said "Mom." Back when we got tattoos it was usually an indicator that you were either a) a veteran or b) a biker. Today it's like the young people just enjoy defacing themselves.
It's 'enhancing' one's self. It's so common now even in the Mom group. Sometimes they are very good art and sometimes not.
 
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