Well, crap. Crap, crap, and phooey!
The barber that used to be at the Grand Canyon left "a few years back." She's not at the Bright Angel Lodge any longer. NOW what am I going to do?
Andy says it's fate. That I shouldn't shave (buzz?) my head. Of course, he said that just before offering to cut off all my hair with a 2" scissors.
I said no.