I Need a Haircut

 I Need a Haircut
I need a haicut, badly. I don’t ean I need a poor quality haircutt, I mean it’s been well over a month since I had my last tonsorial appointment. When I was younger I had think sandy brown wavy hair, but as I’ve aged, I’ve lost the color and the thickness. The hairdresser I went to at that time had to use a set of scissors that would thin the amount of hair I had on top of my head. One day I aasked why he wasn’t thinning my hair? He said, “Nature is already doing that for you.” Thus began the downward spiral.
I’ve had many barbers over the course of my lifetime. The first barber I can remember was my Uncle Charles Bottomley. My dad Carl Beck would load my bother Ken and me into our car and we’d go to his hime in Mill Run, Pennsylvania to get each of us a haircut. I’m sure it was because my frugal dad got a discounted price.
The next barbers I had were paid for by Uncle Sam with them running the clippers over my head to remove all but an eigth on an inch of hair, if you can call that a haircut. It was more like shearing of sheep. The old joke with a barber asking, “Did you want to keep your hair?” And the barber hands a clump to the recruit.
My desire to get a haircut has caused me to try different barbers, even causing me to do some trimming of hair on my own. I don’t like the newer “trained” barbers/hairdressers. The education for many of the brand name haircutting establishments is to snap on different sized clipper covers and to run them through the customer’s hair like mini-lawnmowers.
My most recent barber/beautician closed her shop, but she just notified me that she’s reopened in her own home. It’s time for me to call her to make an appointment. She’ll need to give me the location of her business.
What caused my mind to set off on this journey other than the need for a haircut was the dream I had last night. The dream centered on getting a haircut. How I got to the shop and how I placed myself in the hands of a novice I’ll never know, but as I was in the middle of the haircut, the would-be barber walked off and his wife took over. I recognized the wife and know that she often gets wound-up to do some strange and weir things. I was in a panic… then I woke up. The need for a haircut remains and the need is coming to a head…my head.