Shore Leave
Belmont Shore
Oct. 4, 2008
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Somewhere back in my past I cultivated a strange
habit of visited untested and unusual barbers on
my birthday. One of these visits became an hour
and a half stay at a friendly barber shop in a small
village along the Bosporus, where the Turkish barber
sent his boy across the street to fetch apple tea
for us. It was a hospitality I had never encountered
in all the years of having my hair cut, but one that
was perhaps necessary to gain the level of trust
required for me to expose my bare throat to a straight-edged
razor held in the hands of a man whose language I
could not speak.
Perhaps not so exotic -- though no less entertaining --
was my visit on my 46th birthday this year to Jack, who works in a
barber-poled shop on 2nd Street in Belmont Shore in
Long Beach. Because there were no other customers in the shop,
and because his fellow barber had gone out to get them
breakfast, Jack's tales of being a seaman in the U.S. Navy
during the 1950s took on a colorful edge, painting a lurid picture
of all the pleasures of postwar Japan that a young sailor might
indulge in and remember some 50 years later. Jack was well into
a colorful description of the differences between Japanese
and Pakistani women when a policeman
walked in to await his turn in the barber chair.
At which point, alas, our conversation turned to the relative merits
of cruises versus bus tours.
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