The universal language is "shears". I chanced upon this small town hair care place today at lunchtime. When the kind soul working there asked me how I wanted my hair cut,I said "number 3 or 4 shears". She replied "Number 3 cuts it awfully short on the sides", and reached for the number 4 shears". Fifteen minutes later she said "Don't you feell better?" The haircut was, as advertised, 10 dollars. Even with a liberal gratuity, the cost was pleasingly low.
After work I checked in. Then I drove on winding roads into the countryside, passing yellow flowers, white horses and deep woods. I stopped at Middle Creek Park, a deep woodland. I did not have time to hike it properly--a sign warned sternly of being locked up at dark--but
I did get to wander about and hear birdsong and see lovely trees.
I ate BBQ chicken at a place called City BBQ, where the greens and corn were great but the Texas toast was over-abundant.
