This is my family in about 1970. This is a photo of the haircuts I wrote about on page 30 of my memoir: I Can’t Miss the Encore. My mom’s sisters were professional beautitians. My mom was an artist but not when it came to haircuts and styles. Even our “Indian” replacement student had a haircut just like mine and my little sister’s next to me. (I had to cut her face because I didn’t have her permission to post her photo, sorry.) So, the three of us have those “cute” haircits. Our older sister wouldn’t let mom touch her hair. I’m the kid in the glasses in the front row holding the cat→the other cat.