Sojourning Pilgrim

I just saw something interesting today . . . This doesn't mean I'm going to start writing again.

I went across the street to get a haircut, and there was a short wait. I didn't want to look at any of the magazines, so I took a gander at the others who were sitting in the chairs. A couple of children, one older man, and a young man. She was working on his mohawk - and then I noticed she was shaving off his mohawk - and then I heard her say "Iraq." His last haircut in the States before he ships out.

I felt a chill . . .

And I told him to be careful . . .