When I was a young man it was a very special treat to get away from Grandma's clipper and get to go into town for a "real" haircut.
Grandpa would make it a special day. We would do lunch at the counter at Woolworths
and then to the barber shop.
So cool to sit high in the chair with the grown men in their chairs next to me. And at the end ,the barber would put that sweet smelling stuff on
your neck and behind your ears.
I could feel the cool air dancing around ears as Grandpa and I would
walk back to the car.