This morning on my drive into work, I noticed a classic old metal and bulb sign in Park Ridge for Henry’s Barber Shop. Just below it in the window a contradictory neon sign proclaimed that it was indeed Bill’s Barber Shop. I wonder if Henry is pissed off at Bill for upstaging him.

Surrounded by a dark gray fall morning, a warmly lit window framed three old men sitting in worn leather chairs, all pivoted towards each other for conversation. Such a stereotypical scene, these old guys shooting it over coffee in a barber shop. So charming. I didn’t think that actually happened anymore.