My Town (first of a very long series)

This picture is much more striking on its original site.

Anyway. There's a piece of ground in My Town.

Here's the Barbershop

where many a father has taken his young son for important lessons, not just in grooming, but good citizenship. Here a young man learns that he must sit and wait his turn. Here, a young man learns that haircuts are $12, and that discussing politics is unwise, as it will cost you an extra $20. He learns that talking about hunting and fishing is free, because then the men are exchanging useful information which might one day put food on the table.

That's Virgil on the right. The younger man, Alec, is a "journeyman", or apprentice.

When walking into a barbershop, do not be foolish and avoid the barber with the bad haircut. Because he didn't cut his own hair. You go right up to him and say, "Sir..?", and introduce yourself. Maybe you will nod to the other barber and say that you would like your hair cut in that style.

Here is my town at night

That's the Tiger Hotel, where --- of course you've heard if you read the Colobocomo Courier--- a young man named Corvus Flywheel lost his shirt in a poker game, then pulled a gun (from his pants of course, he'd lost his shirt) and starting shooting wildly. So wildly, he killed one of our local ministers, who wasn't anywhere near the place.

People still talk about it. Then Corvus Firefly himself was killed a few days later, and both men are buried at the cemetary in my town, adjacent to one another, equal in the sight of God.

Much more later. And soon, too!



photography by Renee