|Gail and Dino - barbers Rehoboth Beach, DE - 2013|
I'm way overdue for a haircut. Gail, my regular barber has been sick. For the past two weeks, every time I call, her husband answers the phone and says "She won't be in. She's sick. I think she has pneumonia."
I'm in Shaggyville folks. For the past fifteen years, every since my hairline started to recede, I've gotten short haircuts. Almost a buzz cut.
You guys out there know how hard it is to get just the right barber to cut your hair the way you like it. Gail cuts my hair exactly the way I want it.
|Nino the Barber cutting my hair in Philadelphia 3-31-1994|
For over thirty years, when I used to work at Girard/Mellon Bank in Philadelphia my barber was an Italian immigrant (aren't all good barbers of Italian descent?) named Nino. From 1965 to 1994 Nine was my barber. Perfecto. Even better, he didn't talk much when he cut my hair. His barber shop was located in the basement of the bank building where I worked in Center City Philadelphia. I would call from my desk to see if he was available and go down during the workday. My boss didn't mind. But alas, I eventually left my job in Philadelphia and went back to my hometown of Downingtown.
|Nino and Joe Bosso - my Philadelphia barbers 3-31-1994|
|Brothers Tony and Joe Ursini - 2001|
Sadly Tony died last year. He was a legend in Downingtown and is sorely missed. I can no longer get haircuts at Ursini's Barber Shop because they're in Downingtown, Pennsylvania; two and a half hours away. I would love for Joe to cut my hair, just not practical.
Tony Ursini, World War II and at Downingtown's Veteran's Memorial Wall 2001.
So here I am folks, Shagsville. Gail only has hours Wednesday through Saturday. I'll give a call this Wednesday and if she's still sick, I'm going to have to to the unthinkable……get another barber to cut my hair. I can just imagine what it will look like. Pray for me folks.
|Needing a haircut……BAD|