8/7/09

My Barber Shop

Job interviews require three elements: preparation, a suit, and a haircut. In need of the third I headed to the edge of Spanish Harlem to my old barber Manuel. The guy is an artist with clippers and a straight blade. I hadn't seen him in nearly two years but true camaraderie is not lost by time. The salsa beats resonated inside the small shop while the buzz of the clippers played in the background. A steady flow of loyal clientele entered and exited, satisfied and better looking than when they came. It was so good to hang with my Dominican barber again and this time finally able to communicate in Spanish (Although, I still struggle to decipher their caribbean spin to the language).

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