Ken, My "Colorist", Psychic and Friend.
Ken, my dear friend, came over today to "do" my hair as he has done for many years. After looking at the pic above, you might wonder why anyone would let him get near their face with a pair of very sharp scissors! But I assure you, it's safe, (as long as he has decided that he likes you...hehe.) Ken is a very remarkable individual and in the years I have known him, I have been furious with him, delighted with him, in tears with him... we've been thrown out of bars together... oh, there's another lot of stories... In the pic above, he showed up at my friend (and his) Margaret's house on Thanksgiving to help serve the meal. His outfit for the day was fairly normal, except for the fake tits... Ken always throws something into the mix! And he can not lie, which always starts all kinds of trouble, but those of us who know him and have grown to love him can't help but laugh. He's always right, in what he says, no matter how many bloated egos explode.
And he loves his mama.
Ken and his mom, on her 83rd birthday.
Where you paying attention? The woman is 83 and the party was held at The Phoenix, the neighborhood gay bar. She is amazing; last fall she almost died, Ken was called home, it was supposed to be the end. Well, she's 85 now and she just recently started driving again! (Listen to me now, children. If you have good genes, you have everything! If you don't all the granola in the world won't save you.)
Ken's Mom at Christmas two years ago.
Ken and Margaret in background.
Look at her! She was so fabulous that day! (Ken told me the night before, Christmas Eve, as we were having a drink with his Mom at The Phoenix, that he was going to do the "Katherine Hepburn thing" for his mom for Christmas Day.) What a good son! He let all her beauty shine through.
Ken is very good at this sort of thing. Now, do you wonder why I let him cut my hair?
There are a great many "Ken stories". And all those Margaret stories. I've got to write them. There's just so much there that would be fun to tell, and to read.
Do you think I could get a grant?
Ken, my dear friend, came over today to "do" my hair as he has done for many years. After looking at the pic above, you might wonder why anyone would let him get near their face with a pair of very sharp scissors! But I assure you, it's safe, (as long as he has decided that he likes you...hehe.) Ken is a very remarkable individual and in the years I have known him, I have been furious with him, delighted with him, in tears with him... we've been thrown out of bars together... oh, there's another lot of stories... In the pic above, he showed up at my friend (and his) Margaret's house on Thanksgiving to help serve the meal. His outfit for the day was fairly normal, except for the fake tits... Ken always throws something into the mix! And he can not lie, which always starts all kinds of trouble, but those of us who know him and have grown to love him can't help but laugh. He's always right, in what he says, no matter how many bloated egos explode.
And he loves his mama.
Ken and his mom, on her 83rd birthday.
Where you paying attention? The woman is 83 and the party was held at The Phoenix, the neighborhood gay bar. She is amazing; last fall she almost died, Ken was called home, it was supposed to be the end. Well, she's 85 now and she just recently started driving again! (Listen to me now, children. If you have good genes, you have everything! If you don't all the granola in the world won't save you.)
Ken's Mom at Christmas two years ago.
Ken and Margaret in background.
Look at her! She was so fabulous that day! (Ken told me the night before, Christmas Eve, as we were having a drink with his Mom at The Phoenix, that he was going to do the "Katherine Hepburn thing" for his mom for Christmas Day.) What a good son! He let all her beauty shine through.
Ken is very good at this sort of thing. Now, do you wonder why I let him cut my hair?
There are a great many "Ken stories". And all those Margaret stories. I've got to write them. There's just so much there that would be fun to tell, and to read.
Do you think I could get a grant?
posted by durlx at 3/29/2002 10:05:00 PM
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