My father made me go to the barbershop every Saturday morning. Strict, but then
I could choose my haircut: either a crew cut or a flattop.
Then I joined the U.S. Army. For four years, some weeks I had _two_ haircuts!
Now, barber shops scare me the way clowns scare some people. I won't go near
one. A few years ago I had to take some folks I worked with to a local
barbershop, and the PTSD nearly did me in,
Twice a year, I go to a lovely young woman who also is a neighbor, and she cuts
my hair the way I like it. Her shop is full of 20-something lovelies, and one
day I'm going to offer all of them a free portrait.
--Bob
On Sep 16, 2011, at 7:48 AM, NSURIT@xxxxxxx wrote:
> Many years ago, when a kids haircut was 75 cents or a dollar, I went to one
> like the one in the photograph.
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