Starting in the mid 80's, only one person ever cut my hair. Gil Carrasco, at a shop over on Baldwin in Arcadia, was the guy I trusted with my hair, and for over fifteen years no one else cut my hair (except one time when he was on vacation - I needed a trim to attend a wedding and a nice woman at his shop filled in).
When I got my V-Star motorcycle back in 2003, I started buzzing my hair to avoid the dreaded helmet hair look. Carole took care of it, but a few times I did it myself. One time I went all the way and took a razor to it after the buzz. It felt very strange inside my helmet.
I've been wanting to update my look a little, so a few weeks ago I started growing my hair out, and it looked okay. With my hair short, the gray in my beard stands out and gives me an older look, so the longer hair actually makes me look younger. After a while, though, the long hair was needing a clean-up.
On Tuesday before Christmas, I got the stitches from my sinus lift removed. Afterwards, I went hunting for a barber, but all the places I found were closed, either for the day or permanently.
On the Saturday after Christmas, with Jimmy's wedding in the afternoon, it was time for action. If I couldn't find a barber, it was off to SuperCuts.
I stopped in at Arnold's on Broadway (where I used to get my hair cut by Mr. Bruno back in the late 60's). He seemed nice, but was also popular — he had a young guy in the chair, and two more guys waiting. I just didn't have time to wait my turn.
I headed over to the SuperCuts, and found it nearly empty. An older guy was getting a trim, but the other three stylists (?) were free and there was no waiting. It was Kenny's turn, and as we went back to his chair I explained the situation. He asked a few questions, and then got started. A tiny amount off the top, neatly trimmed on the back and sides, tapered but not stepped. It all went as expected.
When I got home, Carole gave me a thumbs up, and Justin finally stopped telling me to cut my hair.
