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Relocating Discoveries
Aside from finding a good pizzeria when you relocate, there are more important things to search out. Bank, church, post office, and lawn service are just a few. I have been fortunate to be 70 years old and have a full head of hair, but for some reason it continues to grow. I never went for hair stylists; I prefer the old-time barbers. My father always took me to a barber as a kid. Searching for a barber is not that easy; it is a forgotten art.
Twenty years ago, before moving to Florida, I went back home to New York City. My barber was a guy named Isaac, a Russian Jew. He set up shop on 7th Avenue in the Chelsea section of Manhattan. He was the first barber to cut my hair in NYC. He was so good that one day, while getting a shave, I glanced over at the next customer, and it was Anderson Cooper. Isaac was the barber for the Manhattan elite. I was lucky.
What are the chances of finding a barber of that quality in Ocala, Florida? Luck struck twice, for low and behold, right next to #1 Pizza was a barber, King Cutz. I decided to try my luck after having a slice, with a guy named O’Nell. As I entered the shop, it was crowded. It was the Friday before school started in Florida. August 12 was, I thought, early; it seems school starts earlier each year. When I was in grade school, we started after Labor Day. Why would you have children start school in early August in Florida? It is so hot! The air conditioners have to work harder to keep class rooms cooler. Anyway, a dozen kids were ahead of me, all Spanish and black; razor cuts are a big style for kids, not me, who likes scissors. I didn’t feel out of place, but I was concerned about being older and liking traditional hair cuts.
O’Nell had been a teacher in a hair salon in Puerto Rico. He spent 30 minutes on a six-year-old’s hair. He meticulously clipped each and every hair on this buzz cut, and I was impressed. I was next; he cut my hair, trimmed my beard, and not a hair was out of place. In the morning, I had no cow lick, which usually occurs after my hair is cut. I found my barber and my pizza!
Most New Yorkers agree that the best Chinese food is in Chinatown in lower Manhattan. I could never remember the names of the restaurants; I went by numbers: 17 Pell Street, 37 Mott Street. In the same strip mall, there was a Chinese restaurant! I have not tried it as yet; there is too much pizza to digest. What are the odds of it being as good as a New York restaurant?
My saga continues for new places in Ocala, especially to eat.