A Barber in Seville
November 7th 2010 In the summer of 1971, I packed up a pair of bellbottom jeans, a necklace of those ubiquitous love beads, a couple of peasant blouses that were less substantial than kleenex that had been through the wash cycle, and left home for the first and last time. I had rented a small studio apartment for seventy-five dollars a month, which seemed like a grown-up sum of money. My dad offered to drive me ove
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