Day 3185: A Dad story.

 

 

 

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 Some have mentioned that you like my Dad stories. There are a lot of them, I call this one ... the reluctant barber. At age 15, I returned from Australia to live with my Dad in his tiny house (here) and to start high school at John Marshall.

As mentioned earlier, Dad was thrifty, frugal, prudent, close-fisted & penny-pinching. All of those! And in fairness, he did grow up during the depression. He was a single man after the divorce, when I was 5. So he didn't need much, or have much.

Early on, Dad decided I could save him some money.

He bought a barber kit from Sears.

Dad & barber kit

I hated the idea, but that didn't matter, he announced that I was his new barber. I asked, what if I botch it up? He said: "you'll learn." What if I nick it and you have a bald spot? He said, "it will grow back." I did both of those, but he never minded, since it was free. This went on for the three year till I left for college. But that wasn't the end of it. Whenever we lived in the same proximity, the reluctant barber was called back back on duty. This was true to the very end.

 

 

 

•  A sweet 2-minute video, Baby Wallaby, here.

 

 

Just because ...

 

Blue-throated Bee-eater

  

                    

Smiles for Tuesday ...

 

 

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