Picture it, a town of 900 in 1960 with one barber - that's enough since half the population would be men.
Mr. Daniel, my father's barber, was a nice old man who only charged 2 "bits" for a hair cut - that's two quarters and he even gave us back ten cents if I sat still. Then Bud came to town. He charged a whole dollar. He was also divorced with a son my age.
Bud had all the newest equipment and a shop on the street. Mr. Daniel had his shop in the basement of the hotel. Yes, we had a hotel. Why, no one knew.
Bud also gave the newest hair cuts, flattops with Butch wax and every thing Mr. Daniel had a hard time doing a flattop since he was old and his hands were not steady. So being 15 and wanting to be in style, I went to see Bud.
Sitting in Bud's chair was neat. Bud was over 6 foot tall and had muscles bulging out his sleeves. He wore a white coat which hid most of the rest of his torso.
During my first haircut, I noticed something different about Bud. I sat real still for him, like I did for Mr. Daniel with my hands hanging over the arm rest. But as Bud moved around the chair to cut the sides and front of my hair, he would lean into the back of my hands. At first I didn't think a thing about it, but the second and third time it happened I noticed a large bulge drag across my fingers.
When I looked down I noticed that my fingers were right in his crotch. When I looked up into Bud's face, he smiled. Next trip to the other side of my head, he did the same thing but pressed a little harder on my fingers.
Mr. Daniel, my father's barber, was a nice old man who only charged 2 "bits" for a hair cut - that's two quarters and he even gave us back ten cents if I sat still. Then Bud came to town. He charged a whole dollar. He was also divorced with a son my age.
Bud had all the newest equipment and a shop on the street. Mr. Daniel had his shop in the basement of the hotel. Yes, we had a hotel. Why, no one knew.
Bud also gave the newest hair cuts, flattops with Butch wax and every thing Mr. Daniel had a hard time doing a flattop since he was old and his hands were not steady. So being 15 and wanting to be in style, I went to see Bud.
Sitting in Bud's chair was neat. Bud was over 6 foot tall and had muscles bulging out his sleeves. He wore a white coat which hid most of the rest of his torso.
During my first haircut, I noticed something different about Bud. I sat real still for him, like I did for Mr. Daniel with my hands hanging over the arm rest. But as Bud moved around the chair to cut the sides and front of my hair, he would lean into the back of my hands. At first I didn't think a thing about it, but the second and third time it happened I noticed a large bulge drag across my fingers.
When I looked down I noticed that my fingers were right in his crotch. When I looked up into Bud's face, he smiled. Next trip to the other side of my head, he did the same thing but pressed a little harder on my fingers.