December 22, 2006
The Barber of Bay Ridge
Things have been busy in Brooklyn these past few weeks. Tis is due in part to the rush for the Christmas season, trying to finish a rewrite on a book, and going through a move to South Brooklyn at the start of this month.
Yes, that is correct, I no longer reside in the lovely confines of Park Slope, but have been priced out and remigrated to wonderful Bay Ridge, which over looks the harbor. There’s a pier just a couple of blocks down the road which has one of the best views I’ve seen of the barbor, 370 degrees from the V-N bridge, to the Statue of Liberty, to down town Brooklyn the and the Bridges up the East River.
Anyways, something quite cool happened today which made me what to share it. So here goes…
Bay Ridge is an old neighborhood in Brooklyn, one of the original five villages that made up Kings County in the 1600s, originally called New Utrek after the home of its original Dutch settlers. The neighborhood sits up on the Ridge at the verizanno Bridge to the South, and the Brooklyn Army Terminal on the north. Now, the neighborhood is mostly Italian and Irish, with rising Latino and Asian populations.
This afternoon, I wanted to head out and get a hair cut, as I heard that Santa might be stopping by tonight (oh, I hope he heard my Christmas wish this year). So, I wanted to look my best. Two blocks from my apartment, I found a barber called Rome Style Barber Shop. Now, this was no modern day hair style boutique. First off, it only cost me $9 for a rather good hair cut. Second, it was under the operation by two old men speaking Italian, both of whom heavy set with heavy voices, thicks hairy arms that had been held steadly over the hair of who knows how many generations.
The hair cut was thorough, to say the least. The barber must have used three, or maybe even four, types of clippers, before going to work with an old pair of scissors that must have been as old as the barber shop. But they were well sharpepened, perhaps the personal favorite of the barber for many years. And then, finally, there was the shave with the straight razor, lather and all.
That’s a taste of bay Ridge, and one of the tastes I like about this part of Brooklyn. All I need now is a leisure suit and some dance moves under the Bridge, and I’ll be back in style.
Yes, that is correct, I no longer reside in the lovely confines of Park Slope, but have been priced out and remigrated to wonderful Bay Ridge, which over looks the harbor. There’s a pier just a couple of blocks down the road which has one of the best views I’ve seen of the barbor, 370 degrees from the V-N bridge, to the Statue of Liberty, to down town Brooklyn the and the Bridges up the East River.
Anyways, something quite cool happened today which made me what to share it. So here goes…
Bay Ridge is an old neighborhood in Brooklyn, one of the original five villages that made up Kings County in the 1600s, originally called New Utrek after the home of its original Dutch settlers. The neighborhood sits up on the Ridge at the verizanno Bridge to the South, and the Brooklyn Army Terminal on the north. Now, the neighborhood is mostly Italian and Irish, with rising Latino and Asian populations.
This afternoon, I wanted to head out and get a hair cut, as I heard that Santa might be stopping by tonight (oh, I hope he heard my Christmas wish this year). So, I wanted to look my best. Two blocks from my apartment, I found a barber called Rome Style Barber Shop. Now, this was no modern day hair style boutique. First off, it only cost me $9 for a rather good hair cut. Second, it was under the operation by two old men speaking Italian, both of whom heavy set with heavy voices, thicks hairy arms that had been held steadly over the hair of who knows how many generations.
The hair cut was thorough, to say the least. The barber must have used three, or maybe even four, types of clippers, before going to work with an old pair of scissors that must have been as old as the barber shop. But they were well sharpepened, perhaps the personal favorite of the barber for many years. And then, finally, there was the shave with the straight razor, lather and all.
That’s a taste of bay Ridge, and one of the tastes I like about this part of Brooklyn. All I need now is a leisure suit and some dance moves under the Bridge, and I’ll be back in style.
