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| Typical West Street Scene |
Like the song says, I was born to have adventure, so I climbed in the truck and drove to West for a haircut. They have a barber there.
He was in his 70s and had a dyed blond "fauxhawk." Pretty sharp, and I told him, "I'd like a haircut please." He replied, "Like you're 16 again and all the girls like you! Gets to where they don't even notice you if they're under 35. Yessir. Medium." So out came the clippers and off went the hair, almost all of it.
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| Where's Your Hair Gone, Buddy? |
He wasn't very happy about being in the Korean war and thought it was pretty much "bullshit." He was even less happy about having to clean planes that had been part of the hydrogen bomb tests.
"But you look alright," I said as I paid him his clipper fee.
"I am not, internally," he replied.
Next year, when my hair's long enough to cut again, I'll go back to that barber.
If you get the chance, go to any of the bakeries in West. They're outstanding.
God bless,
LSP
