Back in college when I had hair, I had the usual Ivy League Crew Cut. My folks hated it. My father said: "You look like a Nazi. Your hair is your crowning glory. Let it grow". I didn't dare. It was the '50s. Everyone had to have the look - khaki pants, dirty white bucks, repp tie and a crew cut. It was the Age of Conformity. The '60s lay ahead.