|My haircut this morning|
Just got back from getting a haircut this morning. I like my hair short. The last time I got a haircut I wasn't paying attention when my barber put his mirror in front of my puss and asked me "How do you like it?" I said "Okay" without even looking. BIG MISTAKE.
When I got home and took a shower (I always take a shower after I get a haircut to get all the loose hairs off the back of my neck) that I realized he left the left side of my head with longer hair than the right side.
Some years ago (more than I care to remember) I used to have a LOT OF HAIR. However, as the years progressed and my hairline receded (thanks Pop!), I went for the "buzz cut" look. No more pompadour for Ron. Remember those hairdo's of the Fifties? Well, my hairline done went and gone and I had no choice.
|Me and my longtime Philadelphia barber Nino - 1994|
|Joe, my Downingtown barber - 2001|
So it was with some delight this morning when my barber greeted me with "How are you doing handsome!"
BIG SMILE TO RON'S FACE. That greeting always works for me. Hey, I'll take my compliments whenever and wherever I can get them these days. Especially at my age. There used to be a time that such a compliment was given freely. Not so much anymore, especially down here in Gayberry, where age has exiled me to the Old Gay Guys Club.
After Dino (my barber) as finished cutting my hair he put his mirror back in front of my puss and asked again "How's it look?" It was perfect! Then he said "How old are you Ron?" I told him "70." Bless his heart he said "What?!? I don't believe it! Oh let me tell you I SOAKED THIS UP.
The last week or so I've been down because of some personal items plus an ugly wart that decided to appear on my left forehead (it's going off later this month when I visit the dermatologist).
The next guy up for the haircut looked at me and said "I'm 69, you must have good genes." That I do. He said "You don't even have white hair." Again, good genes. My father and his ten brothers, none had white hair. I have some gray hair, that is from my maternal grandfather who had steel gray hair. My barber also added "His hair is still wiry."
Nice to have something nice said to me. Nice way to start out a day.
|Dino, my present barber (with the other barber in his shop)|