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74                                             Jack Fritscher

               “Why don’t you flip through a few of those,” Floyd said. “Being
            from back East, you might never have seen those kind of pictures.”
               “I’m not from back East. I’m from the Midwest. The southern
            part of the Midwest. New York and New Eng land’s back East.”
               “It’s all back East here in San Francisco which has nothing to
            do with California which has nothing to do with the rest of the
            country, if you catch my drift.” Floyd adjusted a wire and a screw
            in the board across his lap. “Nossir,” Floyd added, as if he were
            changing the subject to answer a question Robert had never asked.
            “I never get lonesome up here looking down on the boys and girls
            in Rainbow Coun ty.”
               “Is that a bar?” Robert asked.
               “Nope,” Floyd said. “It’s the other foot of the rainbow arch from
            Oz. It’s just a T-shirt I made up. It’s a state of mind. What size do
            you wear? Maybe I should give you one.”
               “Hey, don’t injure yourself doing me any favors,” Robert said.
            “I can pay.”
               “I got a hundred of them,” Floyd said. “A man has to be
            enterprising.”
               By the late Sixties, Floyd had nearly gone under. He had
            standards. He had tradition. He figured men and boys should be
            groomed a certain way. He hadn’t been able to see himself as one of
            those fancy-nancy men’s salons that other barbers changed to when
            nobody wanted Princetons or flat-tops or, his favorite, crewcuts
            anymore. He figured to ride out the long-hair fad. But here he was
            forty-five, with a one-chair shop and a steady but small clientele
            of older balding gentlemen of the sort people once kindly called
            “born bachelors” as opposed to “eligible bachelors.” His trade kept
            him comfortable. The brisk pace that had once been Friday’s and
            Saturday’s had fallen off taking with it the strain from his eyes and
            the pressure from his varicose veins.
               “I been closed for four months, yeah.” Floyd said. “Just a second
            and I’ll have all these wires tied up. Out for four months. Back for
            three.”


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