This is the outside of the barbershop in the town where I grew up, where I left, and where I boomeranged back to. As a teenager and even in my 20s studying in New York City, I used to think where I came from was "lame". And maybe to some it is. But there's something simple and beautiful that exists here. Something I should have been more courageous about sharing before. Something I missed in the arrogance of my early teens and 20s. Something I should not have denied. It's not perfect, it doesn't encompass every experience in America, but I think it encompasses the best parts of a Norman Rockwell painting. A place where peace and inspiration are the norm and where one can raise a family. It's also the place that helped safely foster my love of storytelling. For that I am forever grateful.
Hersey’s Barbershop. Medina, OH.