When Sue and I got to Beirut in 1970, I found it very irritating how people in the street would stop and stare at Sue. Okay, so she was blonde and it was the era of miniskirts. But that still didn’t justify the way pedestrians, cars and even buses would stop when we walked down Hamra Street.
One day I complained about this to the owner of the school where we worked. He laughed.
“They aren’t looking at Sue,” he said. “They’re looking at you.”
“Me? Why me?”
“Because they’ve never seen a man with long hair before.”
Me in 1970
A few weeks after this episode, the Barbers Guild of Lebanon passed a resolution condemning long hair on men. The resolution further stated that any men with long hair who came to their shops would have their heads shaved. I take some pride in thinking that I may have contributed to the barbers' resolution.