On the way back from a dental appointment yesterday I take a notion to go through my old neighborhood in Baltimore and I notice that the barber shop where I probably got my first haircut over 40 years ago is still open and still in business. I think that is very cool, and I need a haircut anyway, so I stop in. The only barber on duty is a lady (who owns the place), and buisiness is slow - I mean No One there but me. She cuts my hair (off the ears and collar, squared off, kinda conservative looking for work - I call it "job interview style".) She seems to know what I mean and so she gets me fixed up as best she can. When she's done, I look in the mirror and something is VERY wrong - the sides are shaggy and she never even showed me the back (which I later find looks as if it had a weed whacker taken to it. However, it's clear to me there's not much I can do because 1) I'm mad as hell and 2) I doubt she can do much to fix it. I pay her and get the Hell out of there. Fortunately I have tiime to get to my regular barber where I live now. He politely says "I wouldn't have cut it that way". and fixes the damage as best he can. I give him a large tip, which he earned. I have now dropped money on two haircuts which I really wish I could have spent on something else. Moral - you CAN go home again. but watch your head.