Humanities & Cultures

Until seven years ago, I had a really neat flat top. I was a volunteer in the playground at my kids’ school in Littleton, Colorado, and when the school announced they were going to have a Crazy Hair Day for dads, I said, “Let’s do a mohawk!” My kids thought it was a great idea. So I went to the barber shop and came back with a small mohawk.

My wife, Julie, wasn’t so keen, and I promised I’d shave it off the next day. But my hair went down really well in the playground and I decided to keep it like that for a while. The community we live in is a small one and very conservative, but everyone seemed to accept my new look, even though some people said I must be having a midlife crisis.

Julie works in education and had no real experience of styling anyone’s hair when she started helping with mine. Through trial and error she got really good at it – now she’s the artist and I’m her palette. I think the first picture mohawk we did was a phoenix, then an Irish flag to celebrate Saint Patrick’s Day.