As a kid, I used to love sitting in the barber chair and getting a fresh haircut. I loved the souund of the razor and the smell of the talcum powder...
I still love going to the barbershop. I have been going to the same one for 40 years. (!)
Sure it has modernized and the primary barbers have retired and one has died, but it is still "home" to me I love the conversations...politics, sports, and just ordinary rapping about various subjects
On top of that, there is no better feeling than to walk out the door with the wind blowing on your freshly cut head....Ah...it just don't get no better than that...
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