Other than seeing businesses cheesily attempting to cash in on the Area 51 hype, a military school complete with turrets and some strange town folk, Roswell was just your average town. Luckily for us we fit right in.
Desperately needing to class up for our T.V. appearance we spent our day in the Twilight Zone primping. The Walmart parking lot not exactly the same as a beauty salon, we headed for a park and I played look out while Isaiah cut his hair.
His makeover was ill timed. About the time the clippers were shut off we got a call that Isaiah would be needed for another scene. Instead of a clean cut customer, he needed to go back to looking criminal. Sigh.
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