I do miss going. The old guy who cut my hair wore the standard high-collar barber tunic. I liked him, and we would talk about everything, sports, politics, events, you name it.
I never got the impression the younger guy liked talking, and he began doing more of the haircutting, and I didn’t enjoy going there.
It was about 45 min from my house, and I liked going because I could walk a mile up the street to go to the excellent Tex-Mex restaurant that had been my favorite. It was fun. I liked making a day of it.
One sure way to confirm your getting older......when you realize you are older than your barber 😏