In Michigan, Iíve had a great time visiting family and friends. Iíve managed to spend quite a bit of time with both of my parents. Last night, I had a great dinner with Denise, my wonderful companion for the first three months of Trip #3.
Thereís an interesting story associated with the man in the picture below. In 1960, Don had just opened up a barber shop with his partner Neil. At that time, Don had the distinction of providing the Wagonteamster with his first haircut. Over the next few years, the sequence for a Saturday morning went as followed: While my dad was waiting for Neil to give him his flattop, and I was waiting for Don to give me my crewcut, I would get a 10 cent root beer from the soda machine. Then, one of the barbers would hand me the latest edition of Playboy magazine to keep me occupied. (I think it was quite some time before I figured out which side was up on the magazine). After our haircuts, we drove down to the corner bar, where I would get another root beer, and my old man would get a glass of the real thing. After that, it was back to the house to pick up my three sisters, so we could all spend our quarter allowance on penny candy at Shippyís Drug Store. (I would try to get the biggest bag by pigging out on the 2 for a penny candy).
Today, Don gave me another haircut. The big differences: my hair is now more gray than Donís, the haircut didnít cost a Quarter, Shippyís is out of business, the soda machine where you slide the bottles was gone, and I didnít automatically get a Playboy, so I donít know if it was under the counter or not.
America in the 1960ís was a pretty cool place!