Yesterday, I met my dad at Mer's for a good haircut and a chance to catch up. We discussed the fact that I've been going to Mer to get my haircut since I was seven years old. That's a long time.
Mer has to be the greatest barber on earth though. Yesterday, he gave my dad his best medical opinion on how recovering from surgery should go. It was something about how whenever he used to get sick as a kid living out in the midwest, his mom would always cook him up some good steak and potatoes, and soon enough he'd be feeling right as rain.
The funniest thing was when he expressed his opinion on beards: "Why would anyone want to grow the same hair on their face that grows naturally on my ass."
That's what going to a barber is all about though, the conversation. I don't want to hear the latest gossip - who's sleeping with who from the salon - or anything like that. I just want some good, old-fashioned B.S.
Plus the fact that his name is Merwin.