I enter the door - he says how are you (at least that's what I think he said). I nod. He says, SAME? I say, SAME. The rest is pure meditation. I close my eyes and listen to the sounds of the city. Or during the winter, Fausto turns on the 1950's radio station and Frank Sinatra sings a tune.
Walking in his shop is like walking into a barber shop of the 1940's. He started there July 7, 1957 and I think there is stiill a National Geographic on the magazine stand with that date.
The comfort of "SAME" (I think the building has had a barbershop there for over 100 years) is a wonderful feeling.
The Barber of Garfield Place