Speedy gave $2 haircuts to all the men in my family (and a fair chunk of men in the area, I’d imagine) for years. He was a nice guy who always had a smile and a nice word for you. He died a couple of years ago. It was a pretty big loss to the community. Punker cousin asked me if I would cut his hair the other day, and when I offered to take him to a professional, he sort of shook his head sadly and said no, that it would be an insult to Speedy’s memory. This is his shop. It was a little dilapidated even when he was alive, but now driving past there makes me a little sad.
January 9, 2008