The old barbershop
It smelled so good, the old barbershop in Neponset. A clean, sunny room with a shiny shampoo station, wafting fumes of shaving cream, hair pomade, dusting powder to calm hair clippings on the neck–many men, children, and some women availed themselves of these delights. The two barbers I especially remember were suave Harvey Beery, who… Continue reading The old barbershop
