I was playing around with Becky and talking about how I get my hair cut at Ed's Barber Shop, but the owner is Glen "Bubba" Chaplin. I think he bought it from Ed a long time ago and never changed the name. Suddenly, the following rhyme came to me:
There once was a man named Ed,
Who could cut the hair of your head.
He could do a flattop, but now he has stopped.
I sure hope that Ed's not dead.
OK, so it's not exactly lyrics worthy of John Seymour and the Fire Apes (my favorite local band). But we got a little chuckle out of it.