This week I got a haircut. No, I do not mean that I whacked away at my own head with blunt scissors, gazing in a hand-held mirror, trying in vain to remember that what I was seeing was the physical reverse of what my hands were trying to do. Nor did I trust my locks to one or the other of my two granddaughters, who seemed all too keen to have at my head. I actually went to my LA... Read more