stevenpensacola
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Remember when you were a kid, and your dad took you to a real barber shop....where the barbers' name was Jim, not Laramie or Mr. Rene`....
where there was no sign-in sheet when you walked in, you had to survey the chairs lining the wall and try to remember who was there, so when the barber called "next", you'd know when it was your turn.
Where the barber would go through a procedure equivalent to heart surgery in preparing you for the hair cut...jack up the chair...then wrap your neck in the tissue paper (very tightly) then some sort of towel, and then the white, cloth apron, which he'd pop open with a crisp 'snap'.
You'd sit there, perched way up high, in front of all the other customers as they conversed and read the Field and Stream Magazines, and drank Co-colas from the old Coke machine...the kind where the bottles were vertically stacked on their sides, and you'd pull out the bottle by it's top.
Was there never a better feeling then when the barber would loosen the cape and tissue so he could trim your neck (especially if it was during the summer, and the shop had no AC) and you knew you were about done. Out came the brush and powder, then with a flourish, the cape was pulled off, and you were given a piece of bubble gum.
We've got one of these old fashioned shops not far from the house which does a booming business....brings back a lot of memories whenever I go there....this place still hot shaves the back of your neck....
where there was no sign-in sheet when you walked in, you had to survey the chairs lining the wall and try to remember who was there, so when the barber called "next", you'd know when it was your turn.
Where the barber would go through a procedure equivalent to heart surgery in preparing you for the hair cut...jack up the chair...then wrap your neck in the tissue paper (very tightly) then some sort of towel, and then the white, cloth apron, which he'd pop open with a crisp 'snap'.
You'd sit there, perched way up high, in front of all the other customers as they conversed and read the Field and Stream Magazines, and drank Co-colas from the old Coke machine...the kind where the bottles were vertically stacked on their sides, and you'd pull out the bottle by it's top.
Was there never a better feeling then when the barber would loosen the cape and tissue so he could trim your neck (especially if it was during the summer, and the shop had no AC) and you knew you were about done. Out came the brush and powder, then with a flourish, the cape was pulled off, and you were given a piece of bubble gum.
We've got one of these old fashioned shops not far from the house which does a booming business....brings back a lot of memories whenever I go there....this place still hot shaves the back of your neck....
.....$12+tip........town gossip.......