My dad was a barber. I sort of liked smelling the men's hair tonics in the lighted glass case he had in his self-built barber shop when he would bring all of my siblings to clean on Sundays some many years ago. He had a neon sign and an old-fashioned barber pole that he was so very proud of. My siblings and I don't know what happened to that pole.

Today I saw this pole and told my sister to STOP the car so I could take a picture. I really just took a couple of snaps and then started to get back in my sister's car. Two people came out of the barber shop and started gesturing to us. Quizzical expressions that I felt I should explain myself that what I was doing was just a childhood memory.

The owner of the shop and his son came out. I got out and explained that my dad was a barber and that his pole brought back such memories. (Ya think he will tell his wife about that crazy woman?) They were not happy with me but by the time I had stopped explaining and babbbling both were smiling. The younger son said that they had been trying to get the barber pole out on a post nearer the road but that the city wouldn't let them.

Gotta get those barber pole shots while you can.

Wish I had my dad's barber pole and neon sign. NO I wish I had a bright neon sign and pole that went round and round and said something funny.