The same old Spin on the haircut
"Spin" Nicon was always a popular guy in high school.
The ladies adored him and the guys respected him. He had a knack
for always being in the right place at the right time, and like
the shark, had no natural enemies. He was, of course, Prom King
and class president senior year.
middle school, he started cutting hair for family and friends. Early
on, it was free, but word spread quickly. In high school, he started
charging $3, just to "keep out the riffraff." He was well-known
at school for giving the "perfect fade" side trim.
cut my hair once a month through high school and college. To go
anywhere else would be blasphemy. He knew every follicle on my head
and would sculpt it perfectly every time. He didn't even have to
ask what I wanted; he intuitively knew.
was more than just a cut, though. Harkening back to his grandfather's
barber days, his residence became a social gathering place where
you could get the latest gossip over a beer, play ping-pong and
listen to cool music while you waited.
we graduated from college and went our separate ways, I was forced
to fend for myself in a Spin-free environment. Many a time my hair
suffered for it. I did keep in touch with Spin and followed his
career, hoping hed move south. After a brief stint in the
music business, he elected to go for an official barber's license.
Two years later, he opened his own place.
I'm ever up in Seattle on a weekday, I make sure to stop by his
shop in Wallingford. It's no longer three bucks and I have to make
a reservation a week or two in advance, but it's worth it. As Spin
always says, "Whats the difference between a good cut and
a bad cut? Two weeks."