My dad rarely missed a haircut and it was never clear to me why until I grew a little when he started to take me with him. It was next door to an old tavern. There were two white haired bartenders there. All the wood was dark brown and kind of dark inside. Dominos tables sat parallel to the bar. It was strictly a joint for old men. My dad would stop in for a short draft and a shot of whiskey, both gone in two seconds and away we went!
Walked into the local barber shop where I'm known,.........barber said what are we doing today.......I said , make me devastatingly handsome & irresistible to women........without missing a beat he replied..........hope ya brought lotsa money......LOL!!!
My husband still has all of his hair....
After Cancer his hair changed.... Sort of gray and black....
He goes to the barber where they still have the red and white pole outside....The guy is about our age and has him and 2 girls at his barber
shop.... I think they have 3 chairs.....