At the Barber Shop

When I was a kid growing up there was an old school Italian barbershop in the plaza where I’d be sent to get my haircut. On the newspaper table was a stack of Playboy magazines. At a certain age the courage was mustered to take peek which was followed by a smile and a nod from the barber… Today at Joes on Yonge St in Summerhill was a trip down memory lane.

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