I love taking the boys for buzz cuts. When I watch them in the chair I am immediately taken back to my first buzz cut: Roy's barber shop. It was located right beside the railroad tracks. I loved sitting in that chair and watching the coal trains trundle by. I hope I am instilling the same kind of memories with them.
When I first moved to NOLA I thought, well this is a big move in my life and I probably need to get a real haircut. So I tried the hipster place down on Magazine, the place that gives you a complimentary drink - a shot of Jameson or a glass of Abita - have you ever tried to have a drink while you are getting a haircut? Don't. Plus the barber didn't even know how to tie his bow tie, so I didn't go back. I next tried a genuine saloon, but that was a disaster! I'll always be a barber shop guy, I hope they will be too.
Yesterday marked a major milestone in the time of buzz cuts: they were super excited (last time the barber gave them a tory car) and...and when they arrived home, Mom did not cry! Enjoy the Before and After pics.