Hairdressing chez Chateau Page

Back in the winter of 1964, I took a brief fling at hairdressing for discriminating ladies of impeccable taste and ... uh ... je ne sais quoi (which is French for "I don't know what I'm talking about.") I was young and stupid then. Yes, yes, the only thing that's changed is I'm not young any more. Anyway, here is Monsieur making a high fashion statement with the coiffure of Mademoiselle. Mademoiselle WHO, you ask? Mademoiselle none o' your business, I say. Well, here you go...

The lady in question was simply delighted with the outcome of this daring fashion departure, as you see... And eventually danced the night away with a dashing young prince, who later became an obstetrician.... I love to think I played a role in this heartwarming drama. Oh, by the way, the thing with the prince and Mademoiselle never came to its warmly-anticipated fruition. But it WAS fun while it lasted.

And, instead of being a hairdresser, I practiced law for ... oh ... several decades. Eventually I got it right -- mostly. The law part, I mean.

Ain't life great??