Another artefact of Sioux Falls.
More on the theme of haircuts. Basically, our moms cut our bangs at the very top of our foreheads, let them grow & whacked them again. My mom had better things to do & only cut mine when they covered my eyes. The good fortune in that is that I look good in this photo. No one who knows me takes more than 30 seconds to find me in this photo so I won't point me out.