We went to get a haircut, well, I didn't get a haircut, my dad did. He doesn't even have that much hair so I don't know how it takes as long as it does. He let's me watch kids youtube while he sits in the chair and talks to the barber about all sorts of stuff, so I go along with him - don't tell mommy.
Just a side thought: the place smells funny. Great clips doesn't really smell like anything. I think that is because it is for boys and girls, but my dad's barber smells like men going on a date. You know, kind of fancy but not like perfume.
Anyway, we walked out of the barber shop, same one every time, and across the street is a little coffee shop and next door is a little antique shop. We went in there one time and they had all these old record players and typewriters. That place smelled kinda funny too now that I think about it...like old shoe boxes and yellowing newspapers. So, this time we walk by the antique shop and we peek through the window, and it is empty. Not empty like nobody in there; empty like, empty, empty. Nothing, just hard wood floors and dust. There is something about empty that gets my dad every-time. He is always asking, what would you do if you could build something in that open lot? What would you do in this space if this were your bedroom? What if we had a HUGE backyard.
"What kind of store would you put here if you could? A dance studio?"
"If I could," I said, "I would open a music shop, with guitars and all kinds of instruments."
Sometimes I say things and I am not sure why they affect my dad the way that they do. He is usually quick with a joke, a comeback, or an add-on to the conversation, but sometimes, it is like I just stop him in his tracks. I saw him look at me out of the corner of his eye, with that little sideways smirky grin. He just nodded and said, "Yeah, that would be awesome, I would come and visit you everyday." My dad, I think he loves that I love music, maybe that is partly why I love it, because he loves me and I love him.
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