I just finished getting a haircut. Of course my barber is my wife. I honestly cannot remember how long she has been cutting my hair. I do have memories from what seems like ancient times when I had Jae Winkler from the 10th Ward (in Sandy) cut my hair. That goes way back to before my mission because I remember that just before I left for my mission in 1965 he gave me a haircut and did not charge me. I think that I went to him some after my mission, but not for long. Then I went to a barber at 106th South and 700 East for a time, and there have been others in 65 years. (And in Australia for the 2 years 1965 to 1967.) But I believe that now Sheila has been cutting my hair longer then she has not been cutting it, if you know what I mean. I remember that it started because we wanted to save money. The one time investment for the equipment has been repaid many times over and that is still a good reason to this day. But I like it when she is cutting away and leaning on me and fussing over me. She doesn't believe that she does a good job. I believe that she does, but it's the experience with her that fun for me. She has nipped me a couple of times, but I have learned not to react even though it rarely happens anymore. It is quite relaxing for me, and it does keep me from getting too shaggy. I have fun when my wife cuts my hair! She is such a good sport to keep humoring me that way.
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