Floyd the Barber?

Well, I finally tracked down a "traditional" barber in town here to get a nice "once over" as it were and return to my favorite stubble style. I had to renew the tabs on The Weasel at the courthouse (only two days before the deadline) and decided to stop at the barber just across the street from the Ben Franklin store. It's a hole in the wall, basically, with just two barber chairs and no wait. The barber was a friendly older gent, perhaps in his late 70s to mid 80s. I recognized him fron an old newspaper article in the Grand Forks Herald I read last spring that mentioned he had been in business for some 41 or so years at the same location and is one of a dying breed (traditional barber) who refuses to retire as long as he enjoys what he's doing. Anywho, as I sit down, he asks me where I'm from. I give him the lowdown of growing up here, then living out in Seattle and moving back to TRF. I mentioned, "My dad used to teach in town here" and after he asked who that was and telling him, he revealed that he used to sing in the choir under dad's direction back in the late 70s/early 80s and indeed knew exactly who dad was if not me specifically. Turns out we were on the same album cover when Trinity recorded way back in the day. He was a tenor at the time and reminisced how most of those fun guys back then had passed away, i.e. Walt Forney, Dennis Wegge, etc. The barber's name was Dean Hamms. He apparently still attends Trinity, though until now I never noticed.

After the haircut, we headed off to the grocery store to pick up some snacks and managed to bump into Cathy Hagen again in the produce department (bumped into her last time in the Wal-Mart produce department about a couple weeks ago) and I talked to her about Mr. Hamms. She mentioned he could be a feisty character. We both agreed we need to work on getting him back into choir. If Opal can still sing, there's no reason why he shouldn't be able to... :) It was a bit of an adventure shopping today as Daniel decided to help out in the produce selection (unbeknownst to me) by bagging about six different varieties of Washington State apples for me and putting them in the cart. When all was said and done, my initial plan of "just" a bag of Red Delicious apples had turned into a dozen different species from Braeburns to Galas to Pink Ladies to Fujis. Gotta love him... Aaron made his rounds of the free sample stands with cantaloupe, watermelon, and pineapple chunks. I think about 60 percent of the fridge is now loaded with apples, lettuce, baby spinach, shredded cheese, and other salad fixings, so we're eating like rabbits this week. Daniel was actually fighting over who got the first salad to eat the other night, so he doesn't mind the extra veggies much at all, though I'm afraid if I feed him too many veggies and not enough meat and potatoes he's going to float away with our next strong wind.

As for baseball, Aaron had another blowout loss on Monday against the Royals with a score of 10-2, but managed to hit a couple. I've tried to explain that he doesn't need to swing at every pitch (about 1 of 4 pitches were actually strikes). We'll see how he does tomorrow night in his next game against the Reds at 3:30. Daniel has another T-ball game at 9 a.m. tomorrow too. Aaron spent a half hour tonight practicing pitching with his buddy, Drew, so hopefully his fielding/throwing are progressing well. I didn't watch him, as I didn't want him getting nervous that "Dad's watching." I'm hoping we'll have time this weekend to head to the park and get some real batting practice in for a while.

Well, it's time to wash some dust-covered baseball pants, socks, and shirts now before tucking the boys in for the night, so I think I'll sign off for now...