Stu

Stu was a barber from (when) to (when?).

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Nice enough old guy, I think one of the original Rangers in WWII or something. Old, real old. Anyway, he didn't have the Vietnam experience like Tremendous Mendes at Mitch's or Gerd the barber in Vietnam. No, just Korea and WWII I think. Anyway, you could screw with friends when he was cutting the hairs. Start asking him about killing "commies" (though he liked "gooks" too) in Korea, and he'd get real animated. I mean REAL animated. Little bit of jabbing and hooking, little spittle off the corners of the mouth. That's usually called getting into the story, but if he had clippers in his hand and was trimming your head, it could get ugly. Like an epileptic Edward Scissorhands.
And of course this backfired on me. I was a newby cadidiot (read four degree) and showed up to the table in Mitch's at lunchtime: "Who cut your hair?" Sir, I do not know. "Why don't you know?" No excuse sir. (A stupid question gets a stupid response) "You need to work on your barber shop identification" (a half-witted humor attempt linking aircraft ID's to Barber ID's. He was trying....anyway). "clean yourself up." Sir, I do not understand. "Take a napkin, and wipe the blood off your face."

Huh??!!?? Good ol' Stu had cut into my ear at the very top where it connects to my scalp. I felt the little nick, but didn't think he got blood. How wrong I was....it had started to trickle down in front of my lobe, and then followed my lower jaw bone and ended up drying before it got to my chin. It wasn't all that much, but I never did let him hack at me again. (email 2-16-00)

IIRC, Stu was the man to go to if you wanted a flattop. Had a calibrated eye. (Marc '88)