Bring Back Big Hair

Okay, the real reason for driving 250 miles north last weekend... was to attend this fleeting occasion called a reunion. Dare I admit this was our 20th year since graduating from Red Raiders high school? Nobody looked a day over 18 years, in my opinion.

With slightly over 230 people in our 1989 graduating class it was easy to forget names. I did so twice with pals who went through some kind of curious metamorphosis growing old. Though my friends and I part company when it comes to marriage and kids, the one thing we do agree on, the one thing that binds us as 1980's relics, is not the Moonwalk or Molly Ringwald or parachute pants - it's big hair!

Yes, there's nothing missed more fondly during a decade of self-indulgence and glam than big hair. And, with any luck and enough talk, we might all be sporting big hair at the 40 year reunion... I can only hope.