Glenview Barber Shops

Rain blackened roads set the mood as my sister Mary and I drove to Chase Bank in Downtown Glenview. "What about Lifetime?" I asked.

"I'm not feeling it," Mary answered. The ATM spit out two twenties. "That little boutique looks cute." We turned into the parking lot of a former Italian carry-out with black and olive striped canopies over the bay windows. Green neon signs with the words "Spa," "Nails" and "Manicures" lit the windows.

"This isn't even a hair place," I said.

Turning back onto Main Street, we waited for the Metra to pass. Crossing over the railroad I asked, "Greg's or that other place?."

"Let's try the other place."

We drove into a hidden plaza across the street from the Glenview Public Library. A rusty I-beam skeleton towered over the library. "I'll wait in the car, you can walk in and ask," Mary said.

"Just come with me, I'm probably gonna stay." I grinned at a promotion in the window of Men's Barber Shop: :"$10 buzz cuts." We walked over a wet grassy median and came up to the door. Black leather seats lined both sides of the small shop. A man with thin white hair held a black electric razor over the head of a client. We didn't get past the second door when I said, "Ugh, let's go somewhere else."