From afar last evening I spotted the nephew. We are not friends. His 5'11", 125 pound frame is sporting a wild unkempt Afro. You've seen the kind. It is meant to denote style and carefree-ness but, instead looks as if it would make a suitable photo for some one's commitment file. That Dhani guy from the Travel Channel sports the same do. However, that Dhani dude has a huge personality, a football career, a TV show, biceps that resemble little baby heads, and a few million in the bank I suspect. The nephew has none of that. Someone once said that the difference between being eccentric and just plain crazy is a million bucks. Perhaps so.
Now, back in the day I had a 'fro (see pic). It was fluffy, round and pampered. The wind and Milkweed were it's nemesis. I imagine that conditioner and an Afro Pick might be the lad's enemies. Who am I to judge you might ask? Well, doggone it, my generation pretty much invented the Afro. What passes as one today is a bit prehistoric, although the wearers would claim it's creation.
I don't know. Maybe I'm just an old dude longing for a kinder gentler 'fro?
