“Let’s just drive,” said Jim after he and Charlie had each had their turn in the barber’s chair on Saturday. We had been planning to take the train into New York as Jim needed to go to his office. He can only get into the building until 4pm on Saturday and during the week the train is the most efficient way to go, but weekends can be different.
“Sure why not? We haven’t driven in in a while,” I said, glancing back at Charlie in the backseat. He’d gotten a smooth buzz cut from Vince the barber and was rubbing the …read more