Rites of Passage

In any boy's life, there are rites that mark the passage of time from birth to adulthood. My grandson, Griffin, will be one year old in two weeks. His hair looked a bit scruffy, so he had his first hair cut (high and tight like his dad and his grandpa).

As you would expect from a future US Naval officer, he selected the Blue Angels barber chair. It makes perfect sense to me.  Wings of GOLD, baby!

Now THAT is a haircut! And he's ready to pickle off cluster bombs and strafe the enemy.