Hello friends,
I'm gonna ask for a bit of help from ya'll. It's not anything for me. What could I possibly need? I'm smrt as a whippet and as pretty as any man could ever wish to be. No, this is to help my barber, my friend, and help preserve a bit of Tulsa history. You like history, don'cha? So here is my pitch.
Jim Blue is the owner, barber, accountant, and floor sweeper of one of the, if not the only, last of the true barber shops around. He has been cuttin' cats hair there since 1959. He usta cut Charlie Daniels pompadour when he played with the Jaguars and lived in Tulsa. There are two barber chairs that Tulsans have planted there butts in for 51 years. There is a long wood bench where all the fellas set while their waitin' to get there hair cut. I wish I had a dime for every lie that has been swapped on that big hunk of wood. The original Coke machine is so old you have to put a dime in the slot and 65 cents in the little Dixie cup that sits on top, then pull a glass 8oz bottle out of this hole that's the size of a baseball in the lid. I wish I had a dime for every dime that's been poked in that machine. The joint is also air conditioned! I wouldn't lie to you. It says it right in the big front window, with letters that have snow on'um. And here is the kicker, 10 bucks for a hair cut. 10 measly smackers. Hell, Stupid Cuts charges more than that and they suck. Tracy said that I like to go there because it's like Mayberry, and mayberry she's right.
But friends, times are tough for us all right now, and Mr. Blue is know exception. Some jackasses stole his 7ft barber pole and not everybody put 65 cents in the cup. Most men now-a-days get there hair cut in a salon by a fat chick with black lip stick, bright pink hair, and a bad attitude or some dude with a lisp name Sweet Peeair and a bad attitude. Think about it, do real men go to a salon? Maybe real men in France, la-te-da. But not me brother, I got to a barber shop, just like my dad.
Trust me here friends, I promise you that Jim Blue will give you the best hair cut you have ever had (and at the best price) If you don't agree, I will pay for your hair cut myself. So, step back to a simpler time, drink you a Coke (put 65 cents in the cup, please), swap lies with the fellas, and help preserve a bit of history here in Tulsa. Let Jim Blue cut your hair, you'll be glad you did.
Jim Blues Barber Shop is at 943 S. Pittsburgh. That is half way between Harvard and Yale on 11th St, right behind the sewing machine repair shop. That's on the corner of 11th and Pittsburgh, across the street from the Big Time Pawn Shop. Turn north at the stop light on Pittsburgh. Here is a map to the joint that I personally downloaded on the back of my cut-off notice from the electric company. So don't tell me you couldn't find it. And don't forget to tip, you cheep bastards.
This ain't no Geico comercial.
Adios,
~e~
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