The Palace Barber Shop - Klamath Falls, Oregon, 1944
Golly, I loved going to the barber shop as a kid. When my Dad finally figured I was old enough to get away from my Mom’s terrible haircuts, he used to take me to the barber shop. Of course he would get his hair cut by the one woman barber and be flirty with her. That’s my Dad, man. And, hey, I inherited that. I used to ask him: why do you always have the one pretty girl flirting with you every time we go somewhere? His answer: Because I’m a dude, and you’re a dud!
I loved that place. I felt so grown up going there. The place seemed sophisticated: this was where adult men got their hair cut! They had a real pole! They had Playboy on the upper shelves of their magazine rack! I stuck with the bottom shelf, where they always had Uncle Scrooge and Donald Duck comics—still favorites of mine.
Damn, I was such a happy kid. I loved to just go out and run errands with my Dad and watch him get a real shave at the barber shop. To this day I still buy Skinbracer aftershave because the smell reminds me of this time and going to the barber shop with my Dad. Then we’d go to the bank, where they had donut holes on Saturday mornings, and to the hardware store, where they made fresh popcorn…
The world’s never again like it was when you were six.
Stegosaurus and Brontosaurus from by Rudolph Zallinger
I’m now convinced that this is actually the painting on the big dinosaur puzzle I had as a kid. It sure looks like it. I remember the plants were especially frustrating to put together.
Time to Make The Donuts - Dunkin’ Donuts Coloring Book
Don’t have a date for this. Probably somewhere around 1983. It’s pretty thin (hence the shadows from the back page).
Commercial break: McDonald’s.