Barbershops died out when Fantastic Sam’s and Supercut chains popped everywhere. Like the poster above, I remember the booster seat and all the Barbers yakking about sports or anything. It had kinda of an inviting gentlemanly feel to it, especially for us male kids.
My dad, for nearly his entire career, had a flat top...and he looked good in a flat top. I emulated him in every way I could, but I could never get my flat top to look like his. This is how I always remembered him:
My dad was stern and very earnest about us getting our hair cut at regular intervals like he did, but when I was 14 after we moved back to the states, he let us do what we liked, and my brothers and I let our hair grow out long and bushy as it was done in the early Seventies...:)