They say, what they’d say is they bet I’m tired of hearing “no, I got ‘em all cut” I bet, but I don’t I can’t say I’ve ever, I haven’t heard that except for people saying I must be sick of it. That’s actually that’s one of the nice things about being a barber is it’s easy not to get sick. It’s different enough I’ve been, in forty-five years you didn’t see the same thing twice. When I started it was we still weren’t done with the sixties and so the girls were all center parts and bangs and wavy and Farrah Fawcett style they called it. Don’t think they all really quite managed it. I mean they looked nice but. My wife she never went for the hippie look or anything like that. She had wings, flicked out by the ears you know, more practical; she worked. It changed you know, on the year, she would, cleaned for a while scrubbing floors but she got after a while she was a typist, some accounting firm in the Loop. She liked that I think. Sears Tower was still pretty new then and she could see it on her lunch break. Said she’d sit, she’d sit and look out at it, or up, sometimes forget to eat her food she’d just think about what it’d be like, be on top there. Don’t know why I’m, told you about the girls’ hair I didn’t even cut it. They’d stop by just to tell me they wouldn’t let me ten feet from their hair. There’s a floor, you can go up there, you know. Not the top but something like a quarter mile up she said. We talked a lot about going up there. She had the wings long as I knew her. Never lost her body.
Now men’s hair now. I guess they had the wings too back then. They wanted to look like Jagger you know, the Stones. Same haircut as the women really, come in say stop by tell me “don’t come near my hair” go down the street to the salon pay twice as much for the same do. I told her, said it’s not practical, practical girl like her be paying that much for, some places would charge twenty-five dollars for something like that, back then. Of course the unions had just got broke up so we couldn’t set the prices any more, folks charging whatever they want. She said “worth it to get away from you boys.” Always had a mouth on her I liked.
The eighties happened then, I guess made some of it easy for me because nobody was even parting their hair any more you know. Just I’d ask what they’d want you know and they say “long at the back and short everywhere else,” and they say they’re sure about it you know and so I do it. People come in nervous you have to tell them “it’ll always grow back,” and you want to keep things funny so you say “it better or I’m out a job.” Cutting mullets like that I had to tell myself “it’ll grow back it’ll grow back,” you know.
She always said, because I was saying “it’ll grow” so much, people at the shop you know, but I’d start saying it around anyplace just to say you know, something’s bunged up it’ll get smoothed out eventually. Said she didn’t see it as so nice as that. Said the second you get things set up nice it all starts growing every which way again, pretty soon it’s back to being a mess. I guess that’s true sometimes.
Must have been, computers had just started coming out or being more popular, little ones you know, so must have been late eighties when things grew back to being a mess. Nothing too much happened really, you know, wouldn’t cut it as a French film or anything. I saw mostly boys at the shop so I didn’t have anywhere to run, and she well she saw boys everywhere of course but nothing too much happened really. She had this male barber, stylist I mean, from the salon, took her up the Tower once when I was down at The Berghoff, but she said nothing happened and I believe her. Well I mean maybe now it happened. I think she liked his hands in her hair. There is, it’s close, you know.
I don’t really remember much about the nineties.
People still come by sometimes, say they’re sorry about it, carry on about it, then “you get a haircut? No I got ‘em all cut. Bet you get sick of that.” Maybe I do sometimes. Better not to fight it I bet. It’ll grow.