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I like traditional barbershops. One of my earliest memories is sitting in Victor’s in Evendale, Ohio, with my dad. My choice of haircuts was limited, but I got to choose between a burr, a crewcut or a flat top, and I usually chose the latter.

Being allowed to choose is a big deal for a 5 years old, and after careful consideration, I usually ended up looking like this:

This place is a lot like an old-time barbershop. Visiting with the locals, drinking Barq’s Cream Soda, playing checkers, and trash talking anyone not around to defend themselves on The Overnight Open Thread.