Haircut

I got my hair cut today. My first recollections of haircuts was when my Dad would drive my brothers and I to a barbershop at Belleview and Broadway in Littleton. We'd get a "butch" every time. I loved rubbing my head over and over again after getting a butch. Gabe, a high school friend of mine with whom I worked as a contruction laborer, claimed to have told his little brother that getting your hair cut really hurt - - the little boy was then terrified when his parents hauled him off to the barbershop. Gabe also claimed to have told his little brother that dirt tastes like chocolate . . .