|HALIFAX ROSE:I used this picture to not only illustrate|
my dashing hairstyle but also in the
hopes it'll get my darling cousin Roseanne to read my blog!
I cannot remember what a haircut cost at Gino's barbershop when I was a little boy; $1.25 comes to mind.
I do remember though that I hated getting my hair cut.
Not because I wanted to let my hair grow long either. (That came a few years later.)
And not only because of the dorky haircuts we got: Shaved high up the neck and around the ears then left with a tiny 45-degree bang in the front which, after being dabbed with some kind of goop but never the cool-looking stuff, got combed back to the right. (And then I went home and my mom would be like "what a handsome boy!" This is the same church-going woman who told me eating vegetables would put hair on my chest. The only time I ever had hair on my chest was when it fell there, during haircuts. I think sometimes my mother prevaricated, which is a word I just looked up, with considerable satisfaction.)
But not Gino. He never lied to me. And he always parted my hair on the left. Only girls parted their hair on the right. Girls also used one straw when they drank pop. Boys needed two. Zippers and shirts were also on different sides for boys and girls. Plus my sisters' shirts had darts. Why?
Timeless mysteries all.
|SCENE OF THE GRIME: The|
only mystery at Gino's
|WHAT PASSED FOR RACY;|
In the Carter household
snuck into our house were way hotter than anything on Gino's barbershop table.