Gentlemen, when did you last have your hair cut with manual clippers, that is, without the insistent buzz of electric ones. My last time was a couple of weeks ago.
I think my previous such occasion until moving to Cambodia must have been when I was around 10 years old, so long ago that I have no confidence in the memory. (What I do remember is the Odell Hair Trainer, a cross between glue and shellac, that a Watertown, Mass. barber — yes, “barber” — used to sculpt my locks into a frozen wave mighty enough to make a surfer envious.)
About one thing my memory is quite clear, however. I know I never once had my hair cut al fresco. Continue reading