In March I posted that my life long barber retired due to poor health.

Well today it finally happened – the annoyance of my hair growing too long outweighed my fear of going to a new barber.  Yes friends I got my haircut by a different barber.

It wasn’t the same but in the end I got a decent haircut and enjoyed the basic barber/customer banter.

In the meandering conversation that you have in barber chair I discovered that my new barber was treated for prostate cancer six years ago – with radiation.  Turns out we were treated at the same clinic.

I like this guy and now I have a barber.

So there you have it – one of life’s traumas dealt with.

See the original post here: My Third Greatest Fear