I remember my mother telling me about
the time she took me for my first haircut, back in 1944 - I was
three years old and had long, curly, blond hair. I grew up on South
Orange Ave and 12th Street and there was a barber shop right across
the street. When my mother asked the barber to cut my hair he said
to her - "I haven't cut hair in over 20 years.'' That's because
the barber shop was only a front. Behind the glass doors was the
desks with the "bookies" where you could "place your
bets." Maybe you couldn't get a "clipping" in the
front, but I'm sure many people got "clipped" in the back.
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