I just got a haricut. A good, decent, short haircut. A businessman's haircut. Conservative. Short back and sides with a number three buzzer. Ah. (Deep breath). Is there anything better than a fresh, honest haircut? The woman who cut my hair was named Ludmila, an emigre from Moscow. We were able to speak a few words of Russian together. "Does it luke alraght?" "Da. Xorosho. Cpaceba." Man, does anything make you feel as good as a nice, new haircut? I haven't got anything on my neck except a button-down collar and nothing on my ears except Rush Limbaugh.