Friends may look at me and the hair desert on my dome and wonder why, but the little I have on the sides was becoming irritating as it bunched against my ears.
The suburban Salt Lake County barbershop I chose didn’t require masks. I’m not sure the barbers were operating six feet apart. But I did wait patiently as my barber meticulously sterilized his tools and wiped down the seat between clients.
Welcome to the brave new world, which looks almost like the one we left in March before we all were sent to our rooms.