I do not want to be a customer of one of those fancy styling salons, OK? I am always on the lookout for old-fashioned barbers who will talk my ear off while I doze in the chair in manly contentment. And I have to tell you, it's getting harder and harder. Every time I find a guy -- the place on Fairlfield next to the old Luteran hospital, the guy on Broadway close to downtown -- he's in his 80s and down to one chair that he only works at half-days. Then he retires, and I have to start another search.