Just like old times...

In college I used to cut hair for food. Yes, that's right. I put my many years of shearing sheep to good use and cut guys hair, and in return they would buy my groceries or let me eat their food. It was a pretty good deal. Sometimes, on Friday afternoons I would have a line of 6-8 guys waiting in the house to get their hair cut -- no lie. They were desperate to get their hair cut so they would look good when they went out that night. Some of these guys were in my hair cutting line every Friday afternoon.

Well, today I traveled back in time. I went to the house of one of the elders at the Vineyard and cut his hair and his sons hair. It took me a while to get in the groove, but eventually I got the hang of it. After all, it's been ten years since I cut someone's hair besides my own. I think by the time I was done I gave all involved a good hair cut! Oh, and I did get paid -- A plate of chocolate chip cookies. In the past ten years every thing has gotten expensive, except -- a hair cut by Dave.

If you need a hair cut, give me a call.