Well not exactly
My Grandfather “The Player”, who knew?
Well Not Exactly,
A little Background First
My Aunt had a Saturday morning ritual. She would take my grandfather into town every Saturday morning for a haircut and a shave. Growing up that is all I knew about his Saturday haircuts, and that’s about all I wanted to know about his haircuts. It had always been explained, he wanted to look sharp for church the next day.
However, in College I Learned the Truth of This Story.
I went to visit my mom’s parents one Saturday morning while in college. She did cook a great breakfast. As much ham and eggs, syrup, butter, veggies, and pancakes as you could inhale.
She even had fresh, and I mean very fresh ice cold “cow’s milk.” She could have opened the first Big-Time breakfast restaurant.
I noticed my grandfather kept looking at his watch, like he was taking medicine. Come to find out, he was running late for his Saturday morning haircut.
My Aunt was running late, no one had cell phones back then, and he wanted to go to town.