This isn’t my first mohawk, I admit.
My first was just a baby, though I did wear it into a Pennsylvania House Judiciary Committee as I was covering state government in the Harrisburg Capitol.
So I couldn’t compete with the venue, but today’s mohawk was totally more legitimate. Two inches in length and a rock star outfit to boot.
I returned from more than a month backpacking Europe this week – carrying lots of memories and six weeks of hair on my usually shaved head. Considering I missed Halloween and was crashing at my folks’ home in conservative, rural Sussex County, New Jersey, I decided this was a fine opportunity indeed.
With my girlfriend’s eyeliner and as much rocker gear I could find, I picked up a prescription for my mother, went grocery shopping and printed photos. Looks from grannies were great, and I was happy to smile and be as polite as I could be.