As Jake closes in on 16 months, our grandson was starting to look a bit shaggy. Not quite the “pinko, commie, hippie freak” look from my long hair days of the 70’s, but the little guy’s style needed attention. Mother, Julie, worried though that Jake would not sit still, and the results would be disastrous.
So much for those worries. Jake never fussed, and thanks to the best barber I know, there was nothing even close to disastrous. Randy Clatterbuck has cut my hair for 29 years. I teamed up with Randy soon after he graduated from barber college, and convinced Julie no one could better shape up Jake’s locks. When you look at the results, I think you will agree. Thanks, Randy.