The Last Haircut

I had no idea that when I went for a haircut two weeks ago, Modern Philosophers, it would be last time I would ever see my barber.

I affectionately referred to him as Fat Dave, and joked on this blog about my struggles to engage him in conversation while he cut my hair.

I am a simple guy, no fashion plate by any means, so I appreciate being able to go to my neighborhood barber for the same haircut whenever my hair started to bother me.

Dave’s barber shop (that’s a picture of the pole outside of it at the beginning of this post), is a five minute walk from The House on the Hill.  He happened to be within walking distance, so the task of taking care of my hair fell to him.

I never minded waiting (the place was always busy) because I would sit and read the collection of People magazines while Dave took care of his other customers.

When I came back from lunch today, my boss mentioned that she had seen an article on Facebook about a barber from my town dying after being hit by a car while crossing the street to get to his shop.

I asked her the name, and sure enough, it was Dave.  I didn’t really know the man, but he’d been cutting my hair for about ten years.  I was at a loss for words.

I read the article later, and discovered that this was the second time he’d been hit by a car this year.  The accident occurred on the very street I had to cross every time I went to Dave’s to get a haircut.

I also learned from reading the article that Dave had been a barber for 50 years.

Since I am a bit of a dork, I took a selfie right after Dave gave me that final haircut.

I enjoy using the camera on my new phone, plus I knew a photo of my new haircut would get me some likes on Facebook.

I am going to share that photo again.  I got a lot of compliments on my haircut.  Just like I always did.

Rest in peace, Dave the Barber.

You will be in my prayers…