Out for a walk this morning, Floyd's on Clybourn. They seem to be everywhere.
Perhaps the proliferation of Floyd's 99 barbershops reflects a yearning for a return to times we may remember as more simple, innocent, and substantive. Not that we didn't have serious problems and dangers in the past; we did. But there is a sense in the imagination of greater clarity in contrast to our virtual world of constantly contested truth. Then again, this is the old story of Paradise Lost, which both afflicts and comforts in the confusion of the present and the anxiety of an unfolding, unknown future.