18th Street, NW, Adams Morgan.

I have great hair, or a "great head of hair," as my maternal grandmother likes to say. I don't take after the men in my father's family, where receding hairlines start in the men's early 20s and wreak follicle havoc on through death; nor do I have hair like the men on my maternal grandfather's [...]

My hair has gotten to that point, folks. It's time for a haircut.
I don't know if this happens to anyone else, but there's a point—an actual length—in the afterlife of my hair follicles when all hell breaks loose. In January 2007, I was so sick of it (and it was long enough, after the split [...]