Old. School.


Back in 1994, as a rookie reporter at The Tennessean, I wrote a piece about working as a waiter. This photo accompanied the story.

A few points:

• I cut the hair myself. My old style was: Shave the sides, and just don’t worry about the back—because who cares about the back of a head.

• Check out the way the woman is looking at me. She clearly likes the hair.

• One lesson I remember from the day: Never hold the glasses on the rim. It’s gross.

6 thoughts on “Old. School.”

  1. I remember the time the Nashville Tennessean, on its slowest news day ever, had two young grunt reporters cook an egg on the sidewalk.

    Oddly, I never received my check from the Pulitzer committee.

Leave a Reply