Monday, January 19, 2015

My Barber

I've mentioned my barber here many times. Some of you may wonder what he's like.

His shop is small -- one chair. You'll see one wall dedicated mostly to various pictures of dogs playing poker. On the opposite wall, above a nice, handmade oak bench, you'll see photos, including a huge, autographed picture of John Bianchi, a snapshot of my barber and his wife alongside Ollie North, and an autographed picture of Johnny Crawford that hangs among photographs of several Western actors.

I think of him whenever I watch Tombstone. Do you remember the scene after the big shootout at the creek? Doc Holliday is talking to the two Jacks and one of them says that Doc ought to be in bed and asks him what he's doing there. Doc replies, "Wyatt Earp is my friend."

The other retorts, "H***, I've got lots of friends."

Doc's quietly responds, "I don't."

I've never had many real friends. Close friends. My barber and my veterinarian are at the top of an extremely short list. They've each had my back. I'd like to think I'd have theirs if and when they needed it.

Anyway, if you'd like some idea of what my barber is like, here's a video that will give you a clue. He's somewhat younger than Leroy, and he's a lot more comfortable with a Mk 23 than with a guitar, but he relates to his customers in much the same way.

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