When I say Hairdo, some people now think I am talking about an Echo Park Lake cross-breed duck -- or several -- who has (have) tufts of feathers standing on the backs of their heads. In this case, I am looking back to Saturday. It was the day of the annual Echo Park Christmas Parade. And it was the day I finally got to have my hair cut. For several years I went to Venice for cuts. Then I became averse to crossing town. And Lucas opened in the space where there had been a hand-bag-manufacture studio, which doubled occasionally as an art gallery.