A haircut at Herb’s was always an adventure. I never liked Saturday haircut because they took so long. Not because Herb was so slow (He talked a lot) it was because of the crowd. Same way on Friday afternoon after the work shift change, guys would stop for a haircut, place would fill up fast, no place for a boy who wanted to play a few innings of baseball before dark.
Anyway, the adventure at Herb’s was magnified by the steady flow of characters and the “knowledge” in those brains. I’ve heard almost every theory about everything. During elections, I was ring side for some strong political boxing. Yes, Herb had the final word, it was his shop.
I remember when Herb got the vacuum connected to the clippers, no more hair down the collar. Boy, the relaxing feeling of the warm lather around the ears when Herb used the straight razor to finish off the haircut. Calvert City was very blessed to have Herb Travis. He was gracious, kind, and a darn good barber. We’ll never have another, maybe that’s a good thing because I don’t think our “modern” society could handle Herb’s opinions, nor his haircuts.
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