Proud of his burns

 


Proud of his burns


    Sixteen year old Greg was delighted as puberty began to transform his body and facial hair appeared in his process to be a full-grown man. While hair does not make the man (see "let me eat my fucking taco") it does give a hint at the future gentlecat that was to become "Craig" Sheehy.  As the hippie scene was capturing the youth of America, facial hair was a symbol of expressing your peace, love and contempt for the man. Rock stars wore sideburns and stashes along with full beards. It was just letting your freak flag fly...man.  I was lucky enough to travel to Europe and turn twenty-one during the Summer of 1968 (Love). When I returned home I found my young pal sporting some visible sideburns. Needless to say he was thrilled to find his body turning manly and gave a coming out party to said burns at my parents terrific bon voyage party when they took a cruise and left their home in the "care" of the profligate party-animals of South Gate. The time was known as "Open City" and many a story came out of the bacchanals celebrated at 9230 Annetta avenue during those golden weeks. Right at the center of the revelry was the young fella learning all sorts of bad behavior from his elders. Seen here is the young man sporting his newly grown sidewalls...he was truly "proud of his burns"




                                Ambrose Everts Burnside who was the cat who started it

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