Paddy’s Tonsorial Emporium

For thirty years, the candy-cane colored barber pole turned outside Paddy’s Tonsorial Emporium.  Paddy loved the name and claimed it was a great conversation starter with new customers. Like pigeons flocking to our courthouse roof, the menfolk gathered at Paddy’s every Saturday morning. Amongst them, I learned their ways, revered their stories, and abandoned myContinue reading “Paddy’s Tonsorial Emporium”