My Mom cut my hair till I was 11 or so, as did all my friends moms trim their own. The thrill of my first 'grown-up' haircut, still resonates with me today. The smell of the Barbacide and the Clubman cologne was something I had experienced for years while waiting for 'Frenchie' to finish my dad's shave and haircut once a month. To sit in that huge mechanical wonder of a chair and have 'Frenchie' lather up my ears to finish shave around the edges was such a 'Grown-up' experience, I still relish an old fashioned cut today.

As a former Floridian, I wondered where Canal Point might be. I also drove through that area in my college days, going from Boca Raton to Naples and back a couple of times a month.

I took a friend from New Jersey with me one weekend and he remarked, "I never knew that Florida was hollow in the middle!"

That about sums it up!

This picture was taken along the eastern edge of Lake Okeechobee, almost due west of Palm Beach, with a whole lot of swamp in between. At one time the state had a minimum security facility for bad boys on the north edge of the lake because there was nowhere to go if you escaped.

At one time Florida was second only to Texas in cattle raising (there are still an amazing number around) and the term "Cracker" came from horsemen snapping bullwhips to move the cattle. Much of this area was cattle country.

Back in the day, I used to drive this area when going back and forth to college. No doubt there is a bit more there now, but --

I've seen worse from "Professional" Barbers,