Men in barber shops

I got my hair cut Tuesday. It was a nice looking little shop on a side street downtown, only nine pounds, and I liked the haircut of the barber. And that's always a good sign.

As with every barber shop I've ever been to, there was an old man waiting to have his hair cut. He was just this old British chap who needed help climbing into the chair. And with the happiest grin you ever saw -- the corners of his mouth above the tip of his nose -- he said to the barber: "We'll be turning the clocks ahead soon. Within the month."

And when the barber asked him how it wanted it, the man said real short, to get ready for summer. It won't be long until the kids will all be wearing shorts.

Old men in barber shops are the same wherever you go. I hope the happy fellow sees a few more summers.