Jan 6, 2003
The Last Good Haircut This short New Yorker piece prompted a memory of an early haircut I received from my grandfather, Louis Sisco. I must have been 4 or 5, and sat for Grandpa … though I didn’t sit still enough, because he snipped the top of my ear. For many years I kidded Grandpa about this little mishap, but when I grew my hair to my shoulders in college the tables turned and he kidded me about needing a cut.
Now, I have the toughest time finding a barber that can cut my hair exactly the way I like it (regardless of how clearly I explain my expectations). The best cut still is from Stefanek Barbershop on Superior Avenue in Cleveland, a place my friend Joe Cimperman first took me to one summer during our college days.
Anton Zuiker ☄
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