Joe, the barber, watched Friday night as some drunken idiot pulled out of the bar down the street, hit another car, and commenced to spraying lead.

The shooter ended up in Hoosier Sports, a business that adjoins Joe’s shop, and the perpetrator wanders around, squad cars and ambulances all over the place. Joe actually goes in and talks to the perp for a minute and.. what?

No! Joe is fine. He was having a good time telling me the story.

No, some cocksocket reported to the health department that Joe was still giving razor shaves.

And they made him stop. They came in and told him it was $1k everytime he disbeyed.

So last Christmas, I got my very last razor shave. Yesterday, I got a shave with a disposable.

Still an overly adequate shave. Still very good. But the days of having a proper shave, at least in Indiana, are over.

I’mna have to find out if I can let him use my razor.

By the way, something I never ever noticed before: Barber Joe was First Air Cav. the shield was on his car, and it’s over the door in the shop. Joe is 72- though he looks 55. So he might have been in during the space between Korea and Nam, or he might have been in the Nam. We didn’t ask, we made note of the insignia and he dropped it so we did too.

God bless Joe. I hope he lives to be 100 and cuts hair every weekday of all that time.