There are lots of places to get your hair cut in Detroit.
God, I wish I were a better photographer.
Sam said on November 15, 2007 at 3:17 pm
Guardrails are difficult to work around….
Is there a Five Guys Burgers and Fries nearby?
LA mary said on November 15, 2007 at 3:19 pm
Do the six barbers include the four ladies? If they have that sign up looking for another stylist,does that mean they have only five barbers or nine barbers or are they planning to expand?
nancy said on November 15, 2007 at 3:45 pm
If I’d been a little sharper — and not sitting at a light — I’d have gotten the sign to the right: “Home of the Lamb BBQ.”
alex said on November 15, 2007 at 3:50 pm
Deedlee deet dee-dee
ashley said on November 15, 2007 at 3:56 pm
I was gonna ax, “Howz da BBQ?”
Used to be a place in Hammond, Louisiana…or was it Amite? Anyway, close to Britney country, where they had BBQ goat.
Dem’s good eatin’.
And Sam: five guys named Moe?
Kim said on November 15, 2007 at 4:16 pm
You’re killing me.
There used to be (and maybe still is) an old-time beauty parlor in Chicago that is called “House of Boris.” A band assumed the name some years back.
Pretty cool that there’s no waiting. Sorta means they’re great prognosticators.
Michael said on November 15, 2007 at 4:33 pm
Speaking of Chicago, my favorite (sorry Nancy, no time to go there and picture it) was the “salon” on Chicago Ave. named
Yo You’re Next
alex said on November 15, 2007 at 4:50 pm
Also in Chicago:
Curl Up & Dye
brian stouder said on November 15, 2007 at 4:56 pm
The woman who cuts my hair just moved to a new location, and I went there the other night for the first time. You walk into a lobby and then down a hall – and if you go into the wrong door, you’re in a ‘massage therapy’ salon.
(I proceeded very carefully into the door I thought was right…and relaxed when I saw racks of conditioners and shampoos for sale, and People Magazines in the waiting area!)
nancy said on November 15, 2007 at 5:03 pm
Hair salons are famous for great names. I once got a column out of just listing the ones from the Fort Wayne phone book. About half were clever as hell, a la Curl Up & Dye, and the other half were stupid in a funny way, like, oh, the Hair Corral.
I liked the one in “Married to the Mob” — Hello, Gorgeous.
Kirk said on November 15, 2007 at 5:45 pm
I saw one on the north side of Chicago called Hair It Is.
michaelj said on November 16, 2007 at 7:51 am
My opinion, that’s a great photograph. If I hung it on my wall, I could regale myself with my buddy Jack, watching my brother David trying to level it without actually reaching for his pocket laser level.
In other news. Barry Bonds faces thirty years in prison for perjury because the sleaziest ‘journalist’ not connected to Brittany released Grand Jury testimony?
In the first place, anybody with a modicum of information and intelligence realizes steroids wouldn’t improve hand-eye coordination. And even journalists would have to figure Mark Fainaru-Wada and his partner ceased to be journalists when they gave those Snickers to the Grand Jury member to cash in for the big bucks. I don’t like to judge, but I believe I’ve seen this guy with a suitcase and a deck of cards near Times Square.
How is it that, these days, anybody can accuse anybody of anything? Evidence be damned. On the other hand, if I accuse the pretzeldent (and I actually invented that patronym) of making shite up, I hate America?
Well, I don’t hate America, and I sure as hell don’t hate W, who’s so far beneath hatred he only comes up as necessary to comment on his shitheel behavior. Whoda thought a coalition of astoundingly amoral and greedy businesspeople could find common ground with an astoundingly amoral and greedy bunch of ‘Christians’ to fund an invasion and illegal (officially,now, under Iraqi law) occupation? Government by Blackwater?
Anyway. Whether or not she ever intended to, NancyNalls writes a superbly written web log (she never intended to write well, she’s incapable of not writing well; as she says she didn’t intend this sort of web journal.). Careful writer. Decent contributors, too.
So I ask you. Have all these years of Lee Atwater and Karl Rove made truth relative? Ronald Raygun said that in his youth “who knew black people” existed. Then, he launched his presidential campaign nearly on the spot where Schwerner and Cheney and Goodman disappeared before they were lynched.
But anyway, best apartment I ever had was two floors, upstairs from Leon of Italy, in Belmont Square, Massachusetts, down the street from the Fire Department and around the corner from the HQ of the John Birch Society. Leon of Italy for a Reveah Beach goombah ranks with legendary names for beauty parlors.
Another good one: Crown of Glory. I think they meant Crowning Glory. Maybe not. Votin’ fer that fella from Law & Order this year. Or the one that married his cousin and anulled it cuz she was his cuz, and had his mob boss watch over the pile from the apartment donated for NYC’s finest to get some sleep. Guess I’ll vote for Huckaby of Mayberry.
The truth? Depends on what your definition…
brian stouder said on November 16, 2007 at 8:15 am
regarding Bonds – AGREED!
regarding the pretzledent – abstain
regarding the proprietress of this place – AGREED!
regarding the guy from Law and Order (and T Rowe Price!) – AGREED! especially if Waterston gives a campaign speech at Cooper Union
Kim said on November 16, 2007 at 9:01 am
Your drive-by photography reminds me of a former editor’s propensity to freak out during budget meetings. One of his favorite targets was the static photo, the one about which he’d call out the photographer and demand to know why the hell he didn’t roll down the goddamned window when he took the shot. We mocked the editor, but he was one of the best. Of course he got bought out in Round 1 of buyouts. Of course he took another job down the road and was fired because he made the young reporters cry.
Dorothy said on November 16, 2007 at 9:18 am
Bonds is a weenie, pure and simple. Compare pictures of him in his early career to present day. He’s undergone a transformation physically not too different from Michael Jackson, in my opinion. Well, maybe that’s a bit of a stretch. But he has bulked up way beyond reasonable doubt and I can’t believe educated, realistic people defend him. I’m sorry but that’s just the way I feel about it. It’s NOT simply a matter of eye-hand coordination, because he was a very good hitter before he walked the Steroid Walk. I hope they do have very strong evidence against him and I hope he gets the whole damned encyclopedia thrown at him!
brian stouder said on November 16, 2007 at 10:37 am
Dorothy – I’ve never particularly liked Bonds, but I think it is a travesty to hit him with perjury charges, related to this highly selective ‘roid round-up.
Nance’s note on the passing of Knux – who was the youngest major league pitcher ever (I believe he was 15!) induced all sorts of nostalgia…the year before I got my first real job (at a supermarket! Do they bag groceries and carryout anymore?), I listened to Marty and Joe’s broadcast of pretty much every game the Reds played (WLW was a little crackly on the day games, but it came in very well for the night games), including the televised ones. (TV turned down, radio turned UP!)
I’m not a believer that there’s any such thing as the ‘good ol’ days’….but I WILL say that baseball was better, back when the commissioner wasn’t an empty-suited lackey
michaelj said on November 17, 2007 at 12:27 am
How can anybody write about Joe Nuxhall without referring to David Clyde? Tell y’all what, if W keeps getting kids killed, American Legion might end up Triple A. Of course, in a world where anybody knew better, W wouldn’t emerge from the bushes.
I know this isn’t a political forum. The ascendency of this character is an affront to people of decidecly mediocre intelligence and accomplishments. Every one of them could do better without slandering another guy for being brave enough, several times, to do more than guard the liquor cabinet at the OClub, in Texas, or Alabama, whatever.
And for Brian: I love baseball. I went to Dodgertown at seven months gestation and my mom played catch with Carl Furillo and Roy Campanella. But when an owner masquerading as commish gave home field in the world series to the winner of the all star game, I had a sort of seismic sense of trouble like Smilla’s sense of snow. Bad shit was afoot.
I believe Barry Bonds is one of the best that ever played. Five tools. In that regard, he’s better than everybody but Roberto Clemente and Fred Lynn.
Anybody that thinks the cream or the clear made a difference is either an idiot or a sleazy sportswriter looking for bucks. I think Freddy Lynn sans pot and bad weather was the Natural. Oh, and that idea he could run into walls forever. But that’s why we played ‘neat falls’ when we were kids. It’s supposed to hurt. And we roll with it.
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