A quest for a cut above

No there are no Knights Templar on this little hunt. We were looking to relocate our barber: Al. Al rocks. He's from Boston and knows how to cut hair. Specifically he knows how to cut my hair and Max's hair. He had sold the shop nearby to another guy (yes we tried him once, but neither Max nor I liked him.) and then had moved to another place. One Saturday we went back and he was cutting there so we thought he was back. He said he was only back for Saturdays for a while and told me an approximate place where to look if he wasn't there. That day and the next time we saw Al the new guy was very pissy because everybody just wanted to wait for Al. I could tell the new owner wanted him gone.

This morning we got up at 7:00am and went for a haircut. No Al. In fact no barber at all until 9:00. So fine we went to breakfast at the Crystal Creek Cafe (where one can get a kick ass BLTA that's bacon lettuce tomato and avocado. (which is a green fruit with a pit that one might make guacamole out of.)) At about 9:00 we went back. No Al.

Next we went looking for Al. He gave a major street and the cross street number. Unfortunately there are lots of streets with that number crossing 99. So we staked out one Barber shop "Soul Barber" Somehow I thought it might be Korean not overly spiritual. Place opened at 10:00am no Al. Just a guy who I think statistically has to have the family name of "Kim," but I'm not sure. Didn't talk to him.

I gave up and headed out. I crossed yet another street with that number and yo. Yet another barber shop. We looked and there he was. Now I'm sporting a nice haircut and Max is too.

Another crisis averted on the way to 38 (day after tomorrow!)