I’m 72. When I was a kid, haircuts were 20¢ on the base, one style only - butch 1/4” everywhere.
These days I go to a 50s themed one-man barbershop. It’s not uncommon to wait a couple hours for your turn in the chair.
My barber, Leroy, learned to cut his own hair in a mirror when he couldn’t find anyone else who could do it to his satisfaction.
I liked the masculine aspect of getting a haircut. I liked it when they would shave the back of your neck with the straight razor and hot shaving cream, and when they put that waxy stuff in your hair if you had a crewcut...it had a distinctive smell.
I came across a small container that had been lost on a back shelf in my house, and upon opening it, the characteristic smell of it took me back 60 years.
My story as well.