For most of the boys in my neighborhood, it was not a fun time. In fact, most avoided it as long as they could. Hanging out with friends, running errands for Mother, and sleepovers at Grandmother’s house, were just some of the ways to avoid a subpoena. Almost as bad as going to the County Health Department for immunization shots, it was an anathema.
About once a month, I would hear, “Danny, go get in the chair, so I can cut your hair.” Usually, without hesitation, I would climb into that chair, get draped in a homemade barber’s cloak, and the buzz of clippers and snipping of scissors would ensue.