Today during my lunchbreak I thought I’d get a haircut. I decided to try out this little barbershop across the street from my office building. It’s a garden-level place called the Medina Barbershop. I’d never been there before. I walk in and sit down in the chair and it’s very comfy. This older gentleman asks me what I’d like, and I tell him I usually get a #2 buzz all the way around. He tells me sure thing and proceeds to cut my hair perfectly, all by eye, without using an electric shaver. We get to talking and yadda yadda he tells me he’s Studs Terkel’s barber. In fact, Studs had just come in for a haircut the day before. The barber said that he was looking a lot better. He’s 96, you know.