A Gentleman's Haircut
Today, I took a walk. It's beautiful today - sunny, almost warm. Swans are paddling and diving along the shore of Whitmore Lake. There's not much of a downtown here, maybe two dozen shops, most of them closed on the weekend but there are three barber shops. I went to Ted's Barber Shop and read Popular Mechanics while I waited. When it came time to cut my hair, the owner (Ted I assume) asked if I was there for a gentleman's haircut. I didn't know what that meant but how can one say no to that question? Here's what I ended up with. Perhaps it would help if I owned a comb.