Hair, flow it, show it
Long as God can grow, my hair
Let it fly in the breeze and get caught in the trees
Give a home to the fleas, in my hair
A home for fleas, a hive for the buzzing bees
A nest for birds, there ain't no words
For the beauty, splendor, the wonder of my hair
By Juan Montoya
Notice that Palm Boulevard is looking a bit down-in-the-mouth and shaggy lately?
It's a good thing that we have what the Chamber of commerce Sunshine Boys call "traditional Southeast trade winds" or else none of those fronds would be trimmed and scattered all over the road.
A local businessman who passes by that route daily wonders if the city doesn't have a contract with a palm frond trimmer or perhaps has run out of money to snip off the old growth.
"The old growth on the palm trees along our city's premier scenic thoroughfare is beginning to resemble the mayor's haircut," he quipped. "Maybe we ought to have his barber come over and give them a trim."
Da Mayor, who lives on the corner of Ebony and Palm and has a business just down the road "Lola's Bakery," probably prefers to see the palms emulating his haircut, but they do look a bit shaggy to many people. And besides, as the song above says, they become" a home for fleas, a hive for the buzzing bees, a nest for birds (and bats)."