tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30802444.post6545957550370986899..comments2023-06-16T09:13:46.330-05:00Comments on gabbygeezer: Dick Kladehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793395712483278104noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30802444.post-25460249874572815282011-03-25T02:00:07.555-05:002011-03-25T02:00:07.555-05:00I recall relocating to a small Ohio town for a few...I recall relocating to a small Ohio town for a few years when I was in my twenties. I couldn't find any beautician who knew how to cut my naturally wavy hair to encourage the waves. Someone told me about a local barber, Joe, who was a great hair cutter. I had reservations about invading what I thought of as a male bastion, the local barber shop, and was a bit apprehensive I might not be welcomed. I was welcomed and Joe gave me some of the best haircuts I ever had, but I had to occasionally caution him not to shingle my hair up the back. I thoroughly enjoyed my time there and the conversation.joaredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09999395062839739698noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30802444.post-45447976213048369462011-03-17T16:42:11.607-05:002011-03-17T16:42:11.607-05:00I know what you mean about the changes - almost al...I know what you mean about the changes - almost all barbershops in northern VA have become the province of Vietnamese families (just as Koreans run dry cleaning establishments and Bangladeshis have gas stations).<br /><br />They are wonderful hardworking people but their language skills and their cultural backgrounds are less than perfect for the typical barbershop conversations you enjoy, Dick. And the last male barber in my shop left about a year ago.<br /><br />I do recollect still the barber I frequented in my college years in Lawrence Kansas. Ivan had been a farmer but suffered an injury that kept him from continuing in that line of work, so he turned to barbering. He wasn't a great barber but I liked the fact that he opened at 5:00 AM so I could get a haircut and get on with my day. My current shop opens at a leisurely mid-morning 8:30!Stevehttp://www.morning-fog.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30802444.post-89750786746959609062011-03-17T13:58:14.435-05:002011-03-17T13:58:14.435-05:00Well, I know I was a weird kid. I visited barber ...Well, I know I was a weird kid. I visited barber shops, hardware stores and other manly places with my dad. No one told me I couldn't come in. Dianneschmidleysscribblins.wordpress.comhttp://schmidleysscribblins.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com