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Yes. All that hair. I recall it came into vogue at around the time of the Munich Olympics, which would be 1972. The men's hair salon I went to at that time in Toronto - that now long-chopped long ago era when I still had hair worth reckoning with - immediately put up its prices by 50%-100%, and according to my hair cutter the cash rolled in.

It looks rather, well, unnatural now. But it was THE fashionista look in 1973 when I left Toronto for New Mexico. In Santa Fe I soon got rid of my flared jeans and had my locks shorn to the popular NM short cut. Real men in Santa Fe and Taos didn't go out looking like a male model in the '70s.

These days many of us would be happy to half half as much hair. And black not out of a dye bottle.
 
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Yes. All that hair. I recall it came into vogue at around the time of the Munich Olympics, which would be 1972. The men's hair salon I went to at that time in Toronto - that now long-chopped long ago era when I still had hair worth reckoning with - immediately put up its prices by 50%-100%, and according to my hair cutter the cash rolled in.

It looks rather, well, unnatural now. But it was THE fashionista look in 1973 when I left Toronto for New Mexico. In Santa Fe I soon got rid of my flared jeans and had my locks shorn to the popular NM short cut. Real men in Santa Fe and Taos didn't go out looking like a male model in the '70s.

These days many of us would be happy to half half as much hair. And black not out of a dye bottle.


Hairspray. Men used it as much or more than women back then. But it wasn't much use in the New Mexico wind. Hairspray was nasty stuff. And hair gel. That stuff would harden and you became a helmet head. "Unnatural" is putting it mildly. But we did it for vanity.


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ZM - Two dogs and a shadow by Archiver, on Flickr

Zeiss Ikon ZM | Zeiss Biogon 28mm f2.8 | Kodak Portra 400 VC | Melbourne

During the good times, we would walk her dogs to a nearby park. As dogs often are, they were rambunctious and active, needing a fair bit of play each day.

I had an unexpectedly enlightening experience with the one on the right: up until then, I never really liked dogs on the whole. But one day in the back yard, I was sitting on a step while she was in the bathroom, and I looked at her dog - spontaneously I felt a profound sense of connection, and I saw this dog for the living, breathing creature that he was. As he looked back at me, it was as if his demeanour softened; he moved towards me, and gently put his head against my knee as we looked at each other. I've never seen dogs the same way since. This experience paved the way for me to have a love and appreciation of animals in general, coming a lot later in life than for many. It's one of the things I would probably not have experienced had it not been for her.

When he passed away, I gave her dozens of photos I had taken of him over the years. She had some of them printed and framed, and the frame hung on the wall above the urn of his ashes.
 
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