buzz job w/white walls -a buck-fifty.
I carried a stuffed lamb everywhere. One day, Papaw threw my stuffed lamb into a pen of snarling, yapping, teeth- bearing blue-tick birddogs. "To make a man of me," he said.
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buzz job w/white walls -a buck-fifty. |
My
grandfather (Papaw) was a barber. I had a crew-cut until I was 12. The black
man who shined shoes at his shop was called "Shine." I'm sure
he had a more dignified name, one that his family might have called him,
but I never knew it. If my grandfather got a Saturday night call, it was
invariably from Shine. His wife used to beat him bloody when he'd come home
late after drinking all night. My grandfather would make the trek to Shine's
tumbled down shack across the tracks and attempt to settle matters before
the cops would show. Sometimes I'd tag along.
I carried a stuffed lamb everywhere. One day, Papaw threw my stuffed lamb into a pen of snarling, yapping, teeth- bearing blue-tick birddogs. "To make a man of me," he said. |