Just a trim

She cuts hair in the same barbershop her dad did 30 years ago.  The man in the chair lives some 30 minutes out-of-town and came in for a trim.  When I stopped in I didn’t know it was the oldest continuously operated barbershop in town.  I believe it, though. The shop had some of the hallmarks of tradition: a barber pole on Main Street, a brick exterior, a warm interior, plenty to read, and a place for customers to talk while they’re waiting.  I was grateful that both she and he were okay with my camera.  “But you better be quick,” she said.  “I’m almost done.”

(Lewiston, August 2014)