You know what heaven is? Moving to a new town and finding an old fashion three-chair barbershop where they know how to taper.
My new-found barbershop was opened on Main Street in 1930 by a fellow named Levi. His family are community leaders in these parts to this day.
None of this franchise stuff where they run new cutters in by the month. No sirree. These boys are the kind who really get to know you. Hell, they’ll even come to your funeral.