She asks me why, I’m just a hairy guy.
I’m hairy noon and night, hair that’s a fright.
I’m hairy high and low, don’t ask me why, don’t know.
It’s not for lack of bread, like the Greadful Death.
Darlin’
—Hair – lyrics by James Rado and Gerome Ragni
Deep Ellum Market, Main Street, Dallas, Texas
“Stay alive, no matter what occurs! I will find you. No matter how long it takes, no matter how far, I will find you. I will find you!”
― James Fenimore Cooper, The Last of the Mohicans
Bill Chance 
Reblogged this on A Life in Brighton and commented:
Wonderful 🙂
Oh! my gosh! Hope Lee or Nick don’t get any ideas 😉 The way you caught the light was perfect. Happy T-day…come on down.
Hope you had a good Thanksgiving day. Give everyone our love.
I love Deep Ellum. Need to get my happy self down there again soon.!
Thanks for the comment. Come down to Deep Ellum on December 1st for the writing marathon – the more the merrier.
Darn, I didn’t know about that. I’m going to be out of town at a wedding on that day. I need to start scoping out the writers around this town so I can plan ahead.
I don’t think that the Mohicans let their hair get that high.
Maybe that was why there was a “Last One” – they were too good targets. Maybe they invented hair gel.
The light, and light breeze, really worked here! Great pic, Bill!
Thanks!, you take a quick snap and never really know what you’ve got.