We used to have a one arm barber in our town and I went to him. He lost part of his arm in a roping accident. Used a prosthesis on that arm to hold the clippers. His name was Roland same as my dad’s name. It was truly an event where the first liar didn’t have a chance. Haircut could last an hour or more if nobody else came in the shop. Sure miss Roland. My wife cuts my hair now.
