There is a day
When the road neither
Comes nor goes, and the way
Is not a way but a place.
-Wendell Berry A Timbered Choir
Some years ago I returned to the small town where I spent several years of my childhood. My father unexpectedly (at too young of an age) passed away and I returned for the funeral. While I was there, I visited many of the places where my dad and I spent time together. The river bank where we fished, the little family owned store where we bought soda and other goodies, and the barbershop where we got our hair cut.
The barber who cut my hair that day was the same barber who had cut my dad’s hair and the same man who cut my hair when I was a little boy. It was a joyous time sitting in that same chair after all these years and listening to the stories. The sights, sounds, smell, and sense of place was a wonderful experience.
If you have any memories like these, you will be quickly drawn into the world of Jayber Crow, the life of the barber of the Port Williams Community.