I grew up in barbershops. 1950 and 60-style barbershops...the ones with fake wood siding and barbers who wore smocks. I grew up with the smell of man-lotions and the sight of combs in a naturally-unnatural blue liquid. Barbers didn't ask how you were doing. They didn't care. They only wanted to know how you'd like your hair cut. Guys like Barber Martin. "High and tight", I'd repeat what my Dad had told me to say. "OK." he'd reply. Then, on went the floor-length barber bib, over my body and the chair. I never asked him questions. I only listened ... to a man who talked to other men ... and he didn't quite care whether he offended anyone in the process ... or in his shop/Dennis Mansfield. More here.

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Question: Are there any old-fashion barber shops left in the region?

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