The true old school barber experience

My husband (J) and I were going for a walk this evening when he decided it was time for a hair cut as we passed the barber on our block (the same one I mentioned a few weeks ago who was playing the banjo in between customers).

I decided to hang out as well and boy was I glad I did!  I believe we stepped into a time machine and went back to 1950 as we stepped through the door.  The barber was finishing up on a client and ushered us to sit down.  Minutes later he came over with a bowl of gum and candies for us to choose from as we waited.  When it was J's turn, the barber's first question (after what would you like done) was "do you play music?"  He was very eager to show us his musical collection, several guitars and a banjo on the wall, and inform us that he was a professional musician.  His style: currently greek (he's from Greece) but prior to that he had done a lot of belly dancing music, arabic and even admitted that he played some turkish music.

Over the course of the next 45 minutes, J received a meticulous haircut, with straight edge razor and all while we learned all about Nick's life in Greece, the U.S., even found out he used to jam in Ann Arbor back in the 60s!  Photo albums of his former days were passed around and his friend George even stopped by to kibitz with us. We ended the evening with receiving Nick's business card (in all greek, literally), a phone number for the best greek restaurant in the area (can't wait to try it!), and handed over $10 for the haircut.  Quite an experience!