about a character that I call Dad

he had a barbershop on Broadway. it sat perfectly midway between the river and "the other side of town". you passed George's whether you wanted to or not, but people wanted to. he made them forget the mortgage their ugly spouse and tragedy. he was half entertainer half evangelist which didn't leave much for barbering. he chased away heartaches like tufts of hair blown across the green and white tiled floor. his guitar came out more regularly than his clippers and sermons were included in the basic package. you paid for the song and the therapy, the haircuts were free.

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