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If barber shop walls could talk
One reader, Raymond Wiley, dropped me a line to say that he and Guy Stanley did the honors for the class of '67, remembering that Blakely was a pretty sight at night from up there. And Suzan Houston Baker pointed me to a June 1956 column by Tige Pickle talking about the tradition. "Reports have it that some of the boys in the graduating class climbed the water tank and inscribed 'Class of '56.' The boys fail to see the danger, and I bet you couldn't find who did the climbing and writing if you employed the services of the FBI. "In years to come when they are grown men, they'll sit around the barber shop and recount the dangerous mission... The joys of such escapades, if not fatal. Wouldn't it be great to be a boy again. And, what was it the man said: Youth is a wonderful thing to be wasted on a bunch of boys and girls." I don't guess Tige ever knew who they were. Class of '56, let me think a minute. Mrs. Brooks added in her email... "No names, but all three are still alive." Did you notice Tige talked us back through a barber shop. Not unusual in those days. In fact, there were three, maybe four downtown during those days. Charlie Dunning's barber shop was on the north side of Court Square. Bruce Lindsey's barber shop was about where the shoe shop is now on South Main and Crozier Batchelor's barbershop was across the street next to the Old Southern restaurant. Tom's barbershop, also on South Main, with Tom Riley and Keaton Tiner, came along a little later, I think. Tom is the only downtown barber still cuttin'. ************
If you can read this, thank a teacher. If you are reading it in English, thank a soldier.
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