“Women always go FIRST!”
For some reason on an autumn day my Dad and Grandpa Matt took me downtown with them to do some business. Usually this meant the boy needed a haircut which was an experience in itself because the barber shop was a mans’ place with hunting and fishing magazines and some whopper stories. And the old black shoeshine man loved my naivety and would always pull some joke on me . . . but that got me a piece of candy. Loved that old guy . . .
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