Message from Laska... The year was 1976. The place was a street in town. The incident I am recalling was about my hair! First of all I’d like to refresh your memory. I always had very long light blonde hair but a friend of mine(Betty) had the bright idea to see what it would look like if I had brown hair so we went to the drug store and bought a box of what was supposed to be medium brown hair. Well it came out pretty dark, actually was so dark it was almost black!! Well the next day I was walking down the street and Mr. and Mrs. D drove past me (this is what was told to me by Mrs. D). They didn’t know it was me. Then Mr. D said that it looked like me. (I can’t remember the exact details but it went something like this.) When Mrs. D dropped Mr. D off at work she ended up picking me up somewhere along the way. She pulled up next to me and all she said at that point was “get in!”. Well, just by the look on her face and her tone I knew she was pretty mad at me. She couldn’t believe what I had done to my beautiful blonde hair. She said it HAD to go back to blonde because I looked like a tramp. She drove to the drug store and bought a box of blonde. We then went to her place and she proceeded to dye my hair, ragging at me all the time about what I had done to my beautiful hair. Well because my hair was so long, one box wasn’t enough. She said we needed another box. Now remember, that when she told me this, my hair had dye in it. Just not enough to cover everything. I said ok, figuring that I was going to stay at her place while she went to get another box. Well she had news for me, I was going with her, with hair dye half in my hair!!!! So on our journey through a small town and the bigger small town, when she saw people on the street she would blow the horn so everyone would see me!! Well eventually we got back to the safe haven of her house and finished dying my hair, which by the way Mrs. D, I am grateful. I had my beautiful blonde hair back, not quite the same color but after 4 more dyings that week it was the blonde that I had started out with.. It is a memory that I look back and smile thinking about it. Laska