PCPD update

For ye socks who have been following the ongoing efforts to revive Pine Castle Pioneer Days, the site committee met this morning on the festival grounds to discuss lay-out of arts/crafts vendor booths.

We scheduled the meeting to start at 9am, with the hope that we could get our work done before the summertime heat became too unbearable.

While we failed in that effort, we were successful in identifying a great central spot for said booths, took the necessary measurements, and should have a final map, etc., to report back to the finance committee by their meeting on June 30th. If they approve, all of this will get passed on to the next general planning session for the final go-ahead and vendor packets will be sent out next month. (For more info, email: pinecastlepioneerdays@hotmail.com .)

In the mean time, dealing with all the heat generated by the asphalt parking lot out there served as a rather uncomfortable reminder of my need for a haircut. So, I'm now headed to the barbershop. (There's must be a pun somewhere in that last statement . . .)

I need a haircut!!

Ye socks who know me well, know that yours truly tends to keep his locks trimmed.

It's not so much a function of any delusions of dapperness as it is the result of necessity.

Living in this little corner of heaven, especially this time of year, makes it extremely uncomfortable to sport a moptop.

I was reminded of this as I headed out the door at 7 o'clock this morning and heard on the car radio that the thermometers already read 91 degrees!

Unfortunately, the chop shop that I frequent is not open on Mondays. So, it looks like I'll have to wait another 24 hours . . .

The Buzz Around the Barber Shop

Well, yours truly finally made a trip to ye old barber shop. You know the one around the corner from my office that my Uncle Richard used to own.

Anyway, when I got there the new owner (Terry) was telling all about some recent excitement.

It turns out that Coors has come out with a new line of beer with a label on it that changes color when it reaches the optimum temperature. Who knew?

Well, guess where they filmed their commercial for this new product?

That's right, ye old Conway Barber Shop.

Check it out for yourselves, and you can see where we high falutin' folks get their tresses trimmed.

(But, note, we do not allow the barbers to consume any beer until AFTER they've put down their scissors . . .)