"Yo, Afro!"

This was the phrase used to get my attention on the L yesterday. The person then asked me if I was making mittens. "No, they're socks," I replied. My hair is rather curly and gets kind of bushy when long, so it was an appropriate way to address me, I suppose.

It reminded me of the time I was walking down State Street in Madison with my wife, and some college-aged fella shouts at me, "Nice 'fro, yo!"