Jerry Luellen is my barber. While he isn't like "Floyd the barber" in Mayberry, the shop sure does remind you of that! His price sheet reads only: "Haircut $8.00- Long Hair $10.00"
The shop is open Wed-Sat. Jerry opens for business at 8:00 am. There are six seats for waiting. Retired men occupy the seats and fill the room with talk about the weather (big topic of conversation today with all those tornadoes in the State last night) and local goings-on.
You don't get a cup of cappuccino nor do you get your hair shampooed with a nice relaxing scalp massage like in Chiang Mai or China. But the eight bucks transports you back to a more simple time and place, when no one was in a hurry, and everyone knew everyone else's business and was concerned about everyone else's troubles.
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You speak of a simple life that I crave.
My late uncle Allen was a small-town barber and he got my goat real good the summer of 1960. My family was in my Dad's hometown on vacation and it just happened to be my 12th birthday. On Friday night we had a great party at Allen's house (on a farm) and he brought some of his animals into the back yard and let us sit on them. We had a blast.
Well, the next morning I showed up at his barber shop. After my haircut I gave him 25 cents. "You owe me 75 cents now" he said. He then pointed at the rate chart on the wall. Children - 25 cents. Age 12 and over - 75 cents.
That was my spending money! Bah, humbug!
B & J S
My barber has three chaits!
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