Besides the sports card trader, the coolest thing on Crookston’s Main Street was the barber shop.
I remember as a youngster riding in our talking 1980’s Chrysler New Yorker and seeing the red and white barber’s pole that spun forever upwards. I never went inside, but it must have been a fine establishment for it to have such a magical contraption attached to its storefront.
The barber pole is a lot like Mary Poppin’s carpet bag. How does that red and white pole keep rising out of nowhere?