
Thoughts of my father always loom heavily this time of year for me. May 4th would have been his 79th birthday. As I was driving down Fourth Street last week, I remembered the barber shop my father used to go to get his hair cut. You see, my dad had the most glorious head of hair! He had a hairline particular to his family and a head full of thick black curly hair. As he got older, the gray, and then the shock of white, were no less glorious. In my…
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