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I love this shop. An all too familiar scene...how appropriate that the sign says closed on the door. Nice capture!

I meant to say "shot"...I really like it.

My dad cut my hair and older brother Joe's until I was 12 and Joe 14. By then, we wanted greasy DA's so we could try to look like Elvis and others. Then we were allowed to go the the Dow AFB barbershop and get grownup haircuts, never to be cut by dad again. slim

Had my hair cut here a few times when I was younger. Unfortunately, this shop has since burned down.

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