Dear Folks, I had another exciting afternoon, only this day it had to do with my hairdresser appointment. Now I'm sure that you girls have had similar exciting hairdresser's appointments. In fact I'll be bold and say that you men have also had similar exciting barbershop appointments. I have an idea that we all go through the same routine. My appointment was for 3:00 and Fran was still working on Marge's new permanent. No problem, I picked out a magazine I could leaf through that would keep me entertained until it was my turn. Fran always has the latest "Country Living" or "Better Homes and Gardens" magazines. I love to look through them to see what the latest fashion is in home decorating. However, as much as I would love my house to have some sort of look as the ones they picture, it would ruin the look of my present house. You know, scarred and warped kitchen cabinet doors and linoleum that has seen better days. No, I'm quite content with the look of the character of my house as it is. While I was leafing through the magazines I could also keep track of what Fran and Marge were talking about. Oh my goodness. Marge was telling Fran about what her grandson had done recently while the family (plus friends) were having a lovely dinner in the Olde Fort Inn here in Youngstown. It seems that he kept leaving the table on a number of occasions to go to the bathroom. They didn't think all that much about it until Mike the owner approached the table and told the family that the boy had just completely trashed the men's room! I couldn't help but pipe up and ask Marge just how old her grandson is. Twelve years old!! Oh dear! In the meantime Edith came in for her appointment and she and Marge got into a conversation about their various ailments. They compared symptoms and it was all that I could do not throw in a few of my own. After Marge left looking beautiful with her new permanent, it was my turn to sit in Fran's chair. She asked me the same old "How have you been doing?" I let her know I'm doing just fine. From there we got on the same old subject of how awful the kids dress nowadays and from there I brought up the subject of my putting my stories together into a book. Fran was truly interested and Edith also joined in the conversation. The next thing I knew, I realized that Fran had shampooed my hair, cut it the way I like it, curled it up nicely with a hot curling iron and then poofed it up stylishly and sprayed it with hair spray. Now if you men deny that your afternoon at the barbershop is all that much different than mine at the hairdresser, try this on for size. You walk into the shop, pick up a copy of "Home and Stream" or "Hummer Beautiful" and then eavesdrop on the conversation going on around you. Does it sound familiar? vee