Tuesday, January 6, 2015
Hair on the head can make you unique in a strange sort of way. These days shaved heads seem to be a dime a dozen or less. Not unique in my book. Hair has always been a thing for me. At my age to wear it the way I do can often lead to questions. Why? Why? Why? My answer, simply put is, "It's me". But really, when I trace the bloodlines back, there's one that's pretty strong that trickles back to those British Invasion bands of the 60's and another would take you back to Adam's Barber Shop on Stevens Avenue. One year, heading back to college, Dad told me that the hair had to go and he sent me right across the street to Adam's. I delayed it as long as I could but eventually sat in the chair. Maybe my Dad had spoken to him in advance and passed the word to 'take it off'. All I know is he strapped me in and asked what I wanted done. I recall saying, "Just a little trim, leave it pretty long." The next ten minutes or so went like this: there were smiles, buzzing sounds, clipping, laughter and words spoken in Italian exchanged, and I was about bald! As I walked out of the shop, I uttered a curse to the sky and said to myself, "Never again, you bastard!" And true to my word, I have NEVER stepped into a barber shop since.
His humor cost the barbers of the world a lot of pay days.
He was oblivious then.
"Just a little off the sides, please."