Barbershop

Last week we went downtown to the Campus Barbershop so that Boo could get his hair cut. This is an outing that we always enjoy.


The barber draped him in yellow and white seersucker and started clipping while all the men in the place discussed politics and football recruiting.


The professor grew up getting his hair cut here and now that we're back in town it's where he goes regularly. So does his father -- Grandaddy to Boo. Three generations of clientele from our family.

One time, realizing that I did not have any cash in my purse, I asked if it would be okay if I wrote them a check. James and Larry, our faithful barbers, were offended by my question. "We've known your family for years! Of course, a check will be fine."


This old barbershop has been here for ages; it's an institution in our town. The only thing that ever changes is the price list on the wall. Customers still get shaved with warm shaving cream and dusted with talcum powder.


And, when we're finished we like to walk across the street to the drugstore's soda fountain for a cold drink.