entombed in the shrine of zeroes and ones

My barber is well off.  He bought himself this little flivver a few months ago.  But he loves cutting hair, so he comes in four days a week bright and early (and on three of those days, he stays very late).  He's been cutting hair for some guys for decades.  We bring him wine, especially near the end of the year.  I brought him a modest zinfandel from Magito that i picked up on my last trip to Sonoma; i left it on his counter today, right next to the Beaulieu Vineyard 1985 cabernet sauvignon that another client dropped off yesterday.

I'm a little envious.

I scheduled a haircut tonight at 22:00 (and i brought his semi-annual bottle of wine; in this case, it was a bottle of 2000 d'Arry's Original). By the time i left, there were three other men waiting for their haircut. My barber lives in Morgan Hill, a 30-minute drive to the south; he said he goes to sleep around 01:30, and gets up at 04:00 and goes back to work. He has someone scheduled for tomorrow (xmas eve, mind you) at 05:30, and he said he'd work until about 18:00. And he's well off, so he's not doing this for the money... he just loves cutting hair. And he does a good job.