60 YEARS of haircuts

Went on big excursion into Canora the other day.  Dexter had been going on and on about a haircut, so off we went.

"The north end of Main Street near Tony's Pizza" we were told.  We pulled into the angle parking in front of the combination ladies fashions/health food store and walked from there.   We managed to make it the three or four doors down the street to find Marvin the barber tucked in his 70 square foot shop.

He had a client in the chair, so we wiggled around the edges to sit in with waiting area.  Chris staggered off to find coffee at the Co-Op cafeteria and Marvin and his client casually inquired if we were new to town (ya think?).

After connected ourselves to Peter and Eugene Wiwchar down on the 229 highway, conversation veered back to the pros and cons of the H1N1 vaccination and holiday plans.  Strangers categorized...move on.

As we waited, I pondered the mulitude of plaques on the wall celebrating Marvin's SIXTY years of cutting hair this a past May.  He must be at least 80 years old.  Oh. My. God.  I need a break after 60 days on a job.  That is insane.

Mom figures he owns the entire commercial block and just cuts to keep an eye on everything and stay out of the retirement home.

I didn't experience it, but apparently, when there is a lull Marvin will pull out the violin for a song or two.  Maybe next time.

It was our turn, Dexter sat on my lap and Marvin began snipping. 10 minutes later we were done.

Not the greatest cut ever, not the worse. 

Oh ya....it was five bucks.   Did I mention that?

Wow.