Survived the Demon Barber of Seekonk

 

imageJust before flying out of Boston for Paris for a three week vacation/adventure, I decided to get a haircut in nearby Seekonk. After about 3 minutes of snipping, my barber says,  “Oh my God, I have such a wicked sore throat! I can’t get sick.”

Nor can I.

 

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