a way, Dean was lucky to be under the same roof as Berardo, although
the latter did not altogether take too kindly to longhairs. It
seemed, however, that during the course of the daily grit pit grind,
Dean had won at least a dithering nod from the master.
As to the Dean mane, you can bet it never got any shorter, and some well-spun yarns came along with it, such as the time he was drilling a large hole in the back of a hopper car and got his hair wrapped on the shank. Damn near snapped his neck.