George Schiavone has been cutting my hair since I was a little boy. Now I take my own kids to George at his barbershop in the Quaker Ridge Shopping Center. (Here are the before and after shots from our most recent visit.)
This seems to be a pretty common pattern. At George’s earlier this month, I ran into no fewer than three old classmates from Roosevelt and Albert Leonard, all of whom were there with children in tow. Even the ones who no longer live in New Rochelle still come back for their haircuts.
Aside from family, there aren’t many relationships that endure like that through different stages of life. There’s something special about your barber.
George is now 78 years old, and even though he looks about 20 years younger, he certainly deserves to enjoy himself, spend more time with his grandchildren, and take a break from decades of work. So in April, George is retiring. The end of an era!
It is not my place to speak for all the hundreds and hundreds of people who’ve gotten their locks trimmed by George’s careful hand, but I do want to say a big thank you to a man who’s been a beloved fixture in our community for such a long time.
I might have to let my hair grow out now.